i mean the blog...
kudos for kshern for reinventing the whole look for hanyir.blogspot.com
it deserves more than a mere post at the comment place.
nice header.kryptiq,good art will be appreciated like good songs,good food and good-looking guys...hehe.
applause!applause!!
woooohoooooo.....!!!
alas...their days are numbered.the biawaks hopelessly look on as the humans pack up and leave.there goes the tanks,there goes the discus,there goes the tilapias,there goes food....
the building was in ruins.doors hanging on hinges and windows shattered.the once beautiful place they called home was now completely deserted by the humans.what has become of them?have they forgotten the place where they toiled and sweat?
the biawaks shook their heads sadly.how easy of them to erase this place from their minds.the biawaks still remembered the days when this building is at its glory.humans come and go even at the oddest hours.their laughter,the sound of music from some old radio,the occasional shrieks when the humans chanced upon snakes or leeches,and also the curses they muttered when the mosquitoes became too unbearable.oh,and sometimes the biawaks liked to play tag with the humans.it just made their day if the humans joined the fun.
today,a group of humans with big machines came,oblivious to the biawaks presence.methodically,they started to tear the old buildings down."Noooooooooo.....",the biawaks screamed.but the roaring machines and the collapsing walls drowned their voices.in no time,all that was left were rubbles and a few wood pillars standing.
shocked and traumatized,the biawaks retreated to the shady compound of the pharmacy school.they crawled past a group of white-coated humans that were eyeing them with interest.but the biawaks juz don't care.it tore their hearts to see their home destroyed mercilessly.suddenly all hell break loose.the biawaks felt their tails pulled,bodies being dragged,and in the few seconds before the world turned black,all the biawaks can think of was the old fishouse...their home.....
epilogue:
the human was busy changing the tanks' water.it's nearly 8pm.damn it,the human thought,i should have done this after lunch.but the friend's stories were juz too interesting to miss.summore,the human was told that it was "live telecast",with no repeats.the human was aware that the new fishouse complex was already empty.the others had gone home.to rest,to bath and to sleep.
the sound of the side door opening startled the human.must be one of the dongkois came back becoz they left something,the human thought.it was pitch dark out side and the human squinted to make out who was it standing and staring....
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
(part of song: Memory, Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber, lyrics by Trevor Nunn, based on poems by T.S. Eliot)
~our old fish houses are history, a distant memory... don't u miss the old place? filled with water monitors, mozzies, leaky roofs, the occasional snakes, leeches and a whole ecosystem of deadly insects...well, maybe exaggerated a bit, but hey, u get the picture! now most of it is gone...flattened to the ground...
:(
but the new place isn't too bad, right? we must move on with the times...(amdist's advice). cheers to the new aquaculture research complex! although it lacks in the host of interesting organisms..it makes up for with...umm...what...at least it has a toilet in the building! within reach. no need to run across the street to pee... ;)
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