I thought I’d feel some nostalgia, this building being the very same one I reported to on my first day as a tertiary student.
But… Maybe it has changed too much, so much that no nostalgia was evoked at all.
Should I take some comfort in the fact that at least it’s still around, unlike some other buildings with a more sorrowful fate?
Alright, I’ll take some “normal” CNY pictures now…
Have a Good Year of the Monkey, everyone :)
I couldn’t resist rebelling against all the red.
What’s better than enjoying solitude in a nice place, is being surrounded by people who are also enjoying solitude in the nice place. Glad that on the fateful Saturday morning, this happened to be such a place.
Bruno was found as a stray, with a serious head wound, infested with maggots. He was brought to the friend’s clinic, had extensive surgery performed on him, and by some twist of fate, survived.
“I wonder who Bruno is”, said the friend who adopted him and who also happened to be the vet who saved his life. “What did he do to have such a sad life.”
Because even though his wound has healed more than a year ago, he is still withdrawn, easily shaken and not easily trusting of people. Basically the opposite of healthy dog behavior. He lies in a corner of the room for most of the day and doesn’t budge when the leash is put on him to go for walks. He doesn’t walk around the house when people are around, only at night when everyone has slept. When I looked at him… I only felt, and saw, Sadness.
I’m sure more positive thoughts/prayers will definitely help Bruno. Thanks in advance, kind reader :)
“This is our floor cat”, the friend said to me, as we walked along the corridor to her flat and bumped into this little one. “We call her Fatty.”
Don’t ask me why.