Doc Oct has died.
And I think he died just about 1-3 hours ago. His body was still quite soft and haven't gone into rigor mortis yet.
Very depressing.
And my mom was damn gleeful when I was moaning in the kitchen about Doc Oct and she kept asking, "Die already ah? Die already ah??"
Tsk.
That day Dian and I were walking to the bus stop when we found this dead bird. I think in my whole life I've found like at least 10 dead birds.
Roadkill pigeons, dead pigeons, dead pigeon chicks, dead mynahs, dead sparrows...etc etc.
Today I had a very embarrassing Spanish lesson. Don't feel like talking about it. Ugh.
