I love walking to the train station for a few reasons. Firstly, I don't have to rely on the never punctual 92 bus that does a detour around my neighbourhood. That saves me some cash. Then, I get to pass by really nice looking houses on the way to the train station. I love houses painted in white with HUGE green plants as deco. A mixture of Balinese and modern style I'd say. K, remind me to show you ok? I'm sure you'll love it as well.
If I'm lucky enough, I get to see maids walking dogs. I particularly enjoy walking pass this house because the golden retriever would sometimes be basking in the Sun on the balcony. A very pretty sight indeed. Did I mention that I'm a sucker for white fured goldies?
And I think if you live in a landed property, you should have a garden. It's so stupid if people smear cement over the grass patch and cover it up with tiles. What's the point dude?! If I get to live in a landed property again after I'm married, I'll make sure my husband doesn't become one of those fools.
Speaking of fools, my dad told me that my irresponsible neighbour's german shepherd has been taken away by the pet hotel people in the morning. She finally thought it was high time to do some spring cleaning after boxes cluttered her driveway for months and well, she decided to throw her dog away too. The dog has been ill for a long time and the owner hasn't been taking care of it. He fell into the drain and was howling the whole night before my dad and maid pulled him out of it the next day. The poor fellow wasn't well fed, hasn't had a bath in months and he broke his already weak hindleg. In breaks my heart to see him in such a state even though I don't even know his name. His fur wasn't even shiny but a shade of dull grey, unlike Fox. When I come home from work everyday, I see him in the same position as he was in the morning. All he could do was to stare at me with his pitiful eyes as mustering the energy to give a fierce bark wasn't within his means.
He didn't make a single sound when the people took him away. I guess he knew what was going to happen to him.
I saw an old collar in the green SembCorp dustbin, along with boxes and some old cloth. The dog isn't coming home anymore..