i remember already wanting to blog on this last week.

as i walk from chinatown to cecil street every morning, i pass by a couple of benches before south bridge road. there's usually this senile-looking old man picking fleas off his dog on this one bench. every morning. there were a couple of days when i'd come out of the mrt station, and while striding along outside chinatown point, chance the old man walking his dog in my direction. that'll usually mean i'm late.

behind my tinted shades, i'm able to observe the two without looking as if i were staring. these two obviously meant a lot of each other. the old man made a routine out of picking fleas off his dog every morning and the dog...well, the dog just lay there an enjoyed getting the fleas picked off him.

the furry thing would look into his owner's eyes so intently sometimes it seemed they had an unspoken connection.

he's lonely. but i'm glad he found another to pour his emotions into.

good night, my someone.