I'm sad to say that Semi the cat left us on Wednesday night. He has been deteriorating over the past year, but at the same time he has been old for so long but surviving so well that it seemed like he would outlive us all. Of course, he is a cat and living for longer than a decade is a great feat for most cats. While dying a little over 10 would be tragic for a human. Still, it was always comforting to know no matter where he went, whatever adventures he had, Semi would return to eat and poop in our driveway. He was always a nice constant thing to return to from wherever I was. But he is now buried in the yard. I never cared for you more than giving you food, or giving you food by proxy (via yelling at someone to give you food), certainly not as much as everyone else at the house, but may you always have plenty of bread and cheese, chicken and fish, and pats wherever you go Semi. I'm sorry we took you for granted just because we were used to you surviving.
Back home now, I am struck again by how far away Melbourne seems. Not just physically, but emotionally and in my mind. It seems almost absurd to think that I could pick up where I left writing just a few days ago in my apartment, now that I am home and chasing Omar who is chasing after Tubby the cat.
I watched two good movies on the flight back home. Luckily Ikram was with us, and Omar was asleep for 3 good hours so I carpe diemed. I watched Boyhood, which I enjoyed and I watched X-men: Days of Future Past, because I have always been an X-men buff. But wow, did it make me fall in love with the X-men installments all over again. Bryan Singer is a magician. And I will clichedly join the masses who said they loved the scene with Quicksilver in the kitchen because it was that good. And Jim Croce always reminds me of my dad in a good way (as opposed to a sad way). I think dad would be sad if he was still around to see Semi die. He always called Semi "kucing comey tu"
But beauty (and by the same token, ugliness) is fleeting, and old age comes to us all.
Which is what I thought when I watched Boyhood. It was a bit of a sad irony what happened with the mom, divorcing an irresponsible husband, to marry a responsible husband who later became irresponsible and abusive (drunken), divorce and marry a second husband of the same sort, only to later find that the first husband has grown up into a responsible person and she's left with nothing but an empty nest and a mortgage she doesn't want to pay. But who would've known really. I suppose we all need to pick and choose our big battles, and to hope and pray that when we come to make big decisions, its the right one.
I realize this post is disjointed. But I also want to say, Malaysian food is amazing. I paid $127 to eat at a place that is supposed to be amazing, and it was fine but not amazing at all. Never again. I hate spending a lot of money on food, but I had high expectations I suppose.
Now I am hungry because I did not have dinner because I was not hungry then, but I have brushed my teeth and it is too late. TOO LATE.
Back home now, I am struck again by how far away Melbourne seems. Not just physically, but emotionally and in my mind. It seems almost absurd to think that I could pick up where I left writing just a few days ago in my apartment, now that I am home and chasing Omar who is chasing after Tubby the cat.
I watched two good movies on the flight back home. Luckily Ikram was with us, and Omar was asleep for 3 good hours so I carpe diemed. I watched Boyhood, which I enjoyed and I watched X-men: Days of Future Past, because I have always been an X-men buff. But wow, did it make me fall in love with the X-men installments all over again. Bryan Singer is a magician. And I will clichedly join the masses who said they loved the scene with Quicksilver in the kitchen because it was that good. And Jim Croce always reminds me of my dad in a good way (as opposed to a sad way). I think dad would be sad if he was still around to see Semi die. He always called Semi "kucing comey tu"
But beauty (and by the same token, ugliness) is fleeting, and old age comes to us all.
Which is what I thought when I watched Boyhood. It was a bit of a sad irony what happened with the mom, divorcing an irresponsible husband, to marry a responsible husband who later became irresponsible and abusive (drunken), divorce and marry a second husband of the same sort, only to later find that the first husband has grown up into a responsible person and she's left with nothing but an empty nest and a mortgage she doesn't want to pay. But who would've known really. I suppose we all need to pick and choose our big battles, and to hope and pray that when we come to make big decisions, its the right one.
I realize this post is disjointed. But I also want to say, Malaysian food is amazing. I paid $127 to eat at a place that is supposed to be amazing, and it was fine but not amazing at all. Never again. I hate spending a lot of money on food, but I had high expectations I suppose.
Now I am hungry because I did not have dinner because I was not hungry then, but I have brushed my teeth and it is too late. TOO LATE.
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