A Long Week of Chickenpox

That bird's whistle makes me miss my blog.

Here I am, sitting next to the window in my new room, given to me after I was confirmed down with the virus. And this is, coincidentally, a room with the best scenery I ever got for four years in NTU.

The scenery is actually just a usual view you see on your daily walk to campus: a pathway with lots of old trees, lining up beside s small bushes-covered slope. And it's all naturally green and red, if you still struggle hard to picturize it. That's all, and in fact, that's the only thing you can see from this small window.

Indeed, it is a usual scenery. But somehow, if you are not there to enjoy it, or you take a lil bit of time to enjoy it, you'll feel that it's unusual part of your life. It's just like when you surprisingly found a new pop-up page of your old Alice in Wonderland story-book.

This is a beauty of NTU that I never realized before. And I bet I would never realized it if I'm not room-bounded like now, and being given plenty of time to sit and relax on my chair and see it. Even I bet that these bird-whistling and wind-chimming sounds are there everyday, but I was always too busy and too hurry to notice their existence. It's like something that I thought I never had it, and then I find it framed in my window.

Don't miss another chance to thank for whatever you have received, and don't look for what is not there, but look for what is there that you might always take for granted.

And from now on, while recovering from my illness, excuse me for switching my PC off and going back to enjoy the view...