There's 16 animals in my flat right now. As long as they're happy, I don't have a problem. Right??
How come I managed to completely jump to conclusions THREE TIMES this week, each tragic and comical time resulting in me crying and waves of sadness?
Last night I had a scary experience with my rat Brain. Thankfully everything was fine in the morning, but I couldn't help feeling: Shouldn't I be happier?
I was watching a mother-daughter duo on the tube today, how carefully the mum would adjust her daughter's woollen hat, and started welling up with tears. She was clutching her little one's hand tightly even sat down, as if she was terrified of loosing her amid the rush hour madness. I sympathised, thinking "if I... Continue Reading →
I have had two kinds of recurring nightmares since I was a child, one of them being that a pet of mine dies through my fault. I would take my cats on a boat ride and they would jump out and drown. My guinea pigs would run away into the road, my bird accidentally poisoned,... Continue Reading →