Homecoming

I'm back in Penang today, taking an unauthorized break from Klang. Its been about 10 weeks since i last came home. I miss my family in Penang! At least i get to see my mum quite often, but the rest of them...

Since the last time i came back, one of them has come to pass....BUNNY. And i didnt even get to say goodbye. I didnt even know her very well. She was only 3 years old. My mum said Justin (Baby J's all grown up now) was so heartbroken. He was the one who found her, hopping in n out the planterbox to signal my mum that something was wrong. Bunny was already lifeless. When they buried her, Justin went on top of her, scratching her to wake her up. Once Bunny was buried, her went on top of the grave, not wanting to let go. A few days later, he disappeard and a neighbour returned him with a bleeding nose and a scratch under his eye. My mum said he reused any food : pellets, carrot, salad, even water. All he did was sit and stare at the spot where Bunny was buried. She took him to the vet, got antibiotics and some baby food to feed him with a syringe.

My mum couldn't bear looking at him like this, so she went and bought another rabbit (we actually wanted to wait a while, as respect to Bunny). The minute Justin saw her, his mood improved. He started eating. He was jumping around, cuddling to his new mate. Princess Fiona. She's tiny. Very shy, always hiding behind the washing machine or the pandan shrub. Before this she was too scared to even cross the drain.

Min is still the same. She's 14 years old, the mother of all the cats i have and had. So, like any elderly individual, she spends most of her time around the garden, staring into the distance. seems like she's thinking back on the life she's lived. she sleeps a lot, and knows to ask for food. Also, she doesn't mind her granddaughter(Flabu) and great-granddaughter(Brown) coming to play and cuddle. I've known Min longer than i've known most of my friends. Of course, there have been times I neglected Min. I regret it very much. When we were younger, she use to wake me up from bed and demand for cheese. I cant imagine not having her around.

Sunnyboy and Mrs. Sunnyboy, I'm not very close to them. He's mild mannered, and she's not very friendly. These are my ayams. They love it when my grandmother (Maktok F) comes. She has a way with chickens. Ironically she was born in the year of the Rooster. My fish...well, they're my dad's really but he's not in this house anymore. I'm the foster parent. There are too many to name, and i dont know them very well.

I forgot how therapeutic it is to write in my blog. Perhaps that would've help prevented my insanity streak in Klang. All that medical stuff is consuming me. That should be a good thing, right? Then why on earth am i dying to get out? Why do i cry after each class, or upon returning from the ward? What is making me feel so threatened that i refuse to go to class? How come I am so desperate for an alternate lifestyle, the place where my mind retreats for hours every time i lay in bed? When do i get to leave? Who do I turn to?

Its good to be home.