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Published: March 26th 2012
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Before I ever got the opportunity to, my Dad urged me to take care of fishes first. My cousin Miguel and I made merry arranging a fish tank for the fishes. Dad bought gold fishes from the pet store. We had four of it. Miguel and I named them Gigi, Olive, Lance, and Dash - to bring their initials together and spell GOLD. We fed them everyday. Sadly, on the fourth day, we found Olive lying down on the aquarium sand. As naÔve children, Miguel and I didn't know what caused its death. The following day, Dash was outside the aquarium, lying dead as well! My heart broke. Was it my lack of petting skills? Did a cat get Dash but got caught by our maid and left it there? Did Dash jump off and wanted to research the world? Miguel just said, "Let it be". Those three words was considered to be the saddest thing I need to do. A couple of weeks later, Gigi and Lance died too. Is their life span just that really short? Even till now, I never were aware. Like Miguel said, I ought to just let it be.
I, on the other hand,
have remained as a "teenage dirtbag" like the way the band Wheatus sang it. I have passed my subjects, fortunately.. but failed the most. I can't definitely declare I'm stupid because I'm sure my brain is nourished with brilliant knowledge, ideas, and spectacular intelligence. It's just that, when I got to College, I've discovered how so much fun it is to have so much fun. I frolicked here and drink a mug of coffee to "exchange ideas", and enjoyed time there to drink a bottle of whatnot and exchange laughter. I ask my classmates to sign the attendance sheet for me when I'm absent, and scream at the top of my lungs at parties to make them feel my presence. Really, I felt like a kid again. Only that time, I just got released from a cage.
Wikipedia Wow. So I'm troubled about having to take proper care of it. I'm in college and I have too much time to suck up to be able to get closer my studies (and partying). Time has passed and I think those days where little items that fascinate me are gone, too. Can I still take staring at a turtle for minutes? Do I have the time to buy the food it needs? Am I furnished with a fresh place for it? Is that childhood dream worth fulfilling now?
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After getting down from the jeep, we all saw a swamp nearby. "Did you know there are snakes there?", my friend Bobby asked. I didn't want to believe but nonetheless, I got quiet after hearing his question. I am able to imagine a crocodile in the swampland, but never would I wish that a snake lives in it. I don't want to see snakes. I don't need to touch snakes. Snakes are one of my greatest fears. I used to be fascinated with snakes. Let me let you know my story.
When I was about six or seven years of age, I never really had playmates. Ahead of our house was a building where a man would look after car parts. His name is Mr. Rory. He and his staff were always busy. Everytime I visit though, he would take time to greet me to say hi. What always fascinated me to drop by at his workplace was that he had a large cage for his pet snake. The cage was sort of like a glass aquarium, except that it is really closed on all sides. Mr. Rory said it was for the snake to have sufficient room to slither around. I was sad for the snake because I felt it would be happier if it lived at the forest, the way I was gladder when I got far from the city for some time.
Dad told us not to worry, but I feared the snake would come crawling at us and bite us while we're asleep. Come five in the morning, our maid woke us all up. She said she was about to cook breakfast when she looked at the snake hanging by at the high ceiling between the steps and the kitchen. The snake only moved little. I stood at the steps, staring at it for minutes. Some neighbors were sent out to see. Some of Dad's friends tried to help catch the snake for Mr. Rory to have it back. One man held a very long robust stick to a little hook in it. When he held it to attempt catching the snake, it was then the greatest shock of my life happened. The snake opened its mouth and quickly moved towards me! I screamed for my life. It genuinely went to me! Fortunately, the most that it stretched its body only arrived at the country about a centimetre faraway from me. It was that close!
Reptile City ?
You might think it is not cool, but I like lizards. For me, they're the most endearing reptiles globally. We've lots here at home and I would do anything to have them here forever. My father used to scare us, saying that to whomever a lizard falls to is cursed for the day. He told that to my cousins who came around from Austria, too. They are my other favourite cousins. And boy, were they scared beginning at the time they heard that. Jam and Van screamed a lot, pushing each other, in fear of receiving the lizard's descent. I think it was funny.
I named it G. I like it how G does not require high maintenance. I could not even maintain myself well, what more when I have to look after G. It is so cute how G has an attractive color: yellow with an exotic touch. I love it! When I talk to G, it chirps back. That's what I love about it apart from other lizards. I've thought of unleashing G so it could walk around the whole house, wild and free. In any case, it has to eat insects. There are numerous insects lingering around the house. G's appetite needs cockroaches, flies, crickets, even spiders. A lot of it would sure satisfy G, and I wouldn't have to search for the food on my own like I always do. I wouldn't want to have to carry it anywhere near food where there are fruit flies. I guess I'll just have to find a way to keep catching its food than let it go by itself around the house. But I wouldn't wish it to disappear and leave me. Naturally I'd love to see the price of my money, and hear the chirp of my beloved pet. I think I can't afford supplements, too. Besides, there is no exchange for the 'real thing'. When G gets to adult size, I want to feed it a one-day mouse, which the saleslady said would be good. I don't know how I'll be in a position to see that, though. It would also be tremendous and disgusting work to take care of mice to feed to G!
The saleslady said G's tail might be slashed off if I don't take good care holding it. It can still grow, though. Still, I wouldn't want that to take place. I remember the very first time I was about to hold G, it hissed. I took it as a signal of nervousness. So I just stayed put my hand near it and waited until I think it has reached country a level of comfort. I put it out more forwardly and as if there is a connection between us, G crawled to my hand!
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