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I should have no reasons to worry,
Yet I am green with envy. My vessels pump with cold, jealous blood as I meditate on the past two months. I'm chewing my nightly apple in such anger as if I had to crush it to death.
Nothing has changed, God have not changed me. I am still the idiot beneath the facade of an idiot. I am still the petty squabble jealous man, underneath the cover of the loud-mouthed joker.

Today, I found that my newly obtained scats and Archerfishes are not eating prepared food (dried food). In an earlier entry, God told me specifically that I am not ready to house them, yet I eventually ignored the warning.
So in the plain afternoon, for some weird calling. i took out my equipments and transfered my new fishes into the nearest public pond.(which is quite a walk away, mind you) Why blog this? Its weird to say this, but I have realised that my life is always somewhat reflected by the affairs of my fishtank. Whether the two are related to each other, I cannot yet say. The releasing of these fishes means something very personal to me.



Archer.