Long time no haiku!
Rain falling all day
has melted the snow away.
I think Spring is near.
I got myself a new passport today. No, not a Canadian passport. An Indonesian one since my old one would expire in August this year. I thought it would take ages for me to receive my new passport, but in reality it only took less than a week. I mailed out everything (forms, documents, etc.) to the Indonesian Consulate in Toronto on Friday last week. They received the package two days ago, and today the new passport, along with the old, cancelled one, were sitting pretty in our mailbox. Yay! One worry out of the way. Though I like my old passport better. The new one — which is sporting a brand new design — looks kind of boring. But at least I don’t look like a Bombay bandit in my new passport photo.
In other news, I kind of miss watching people walk their cats. A girl from the next apartment building used to do that. It never failed to amuse me. But I haven’t seen her doing it in awhile. What a shame. Do you walk your cat?
09/03/2006 @ 9:58 PM
Ummm… “walk?”
As with a leash and everything?!? Bizarre!
09/03/2006 @ 10:17 PM
Yup, with a leash and everything. And it was wonderfully bizarre.
10/03/2006 @ 7:00 AM
Well. Most cats here have been run over by traffic – so – they’re kinda hard to walk, if you excuse me.
I guess cats don’t mix that well with traffic. Neither do I. So it’s just too bad people round here think walking (in itself!) is bizarre – boondocks, Sweden, 2006 – and biking too for that matter!
I’ve heard boondocks a Philippine word anyway (“bundok”) – got that in Indonesian too? That is, are they similar languages?
10/03/2006 @ 9:18 AM
I don’t think it’s possible to walk my cat. She would probably take a few steps out of the door and quickly run back into the apartment. Being an indoor type cat, she’s not too adventurous or thrilled to go outside.
13/03/2006 @ 12:55 PM
Firda, you should get your own cat and amuse yourself by walking it. Maybe film a documentary about walking your cat.
13/03/2006 @ 2:05 PM
We’ve walked out cats before – normally out in the snow (they’re indoor cats normally). It’s crazy to watch them until the wife chucks a snowball at it, spooking the cat and it runs down the garden practically dragging you along at the end of the leash.