//the phone ring.//

there are days when you come across a person, a imagery, a song , and you slip into this whole moment of a temporal pausal mode. everything then, stopped.

time stopped.
the people stopped walking.
they stopped breathing.
the hurried footsteps in the library stopped shuffling.
silence has become deafening.

it is just then you, and only you and what you knew/remembered.

you walked around,recollected the pieces,and you were lost -like before.
you saw. you heard.again.
you witnessed the murder of a anti self, and the rebirth of a new self.

the throat feels dry. still.
the palm 's wet. still.

the phone rang.
and it's that familiar voice .

you know you are back ;
safe - in today,this day of the present.

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unfortunately( fortunately?), blogging,together with all forms of vicesthat is capable of offering me any form of sedation, is now on hold. undoubtedly,this leaves me with more time for my priorities -work commitments. I havent got much to disgruntle about,but it's with age, that you realise,what makes wearied days more purposeful, is having your loved ones to go home to. mom,dad,theng, sis,the channikins.

having said, i reckoned i just i had the best valentines'.
it isnt so much of the $400 agnes b wallet,but rather, the realisation of our efforts and resolute to acknowledge and value of what we have come to be, and who we may be.

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