I left this space again for quite along time. But actually, I'm writing this only because I was forced to. I needed some distraction. And, right now I'm letting myself drown in Heatwave's classic "All You Do is Dial." I don't assume you to be familiar with this song or band. I wrote it here thinking that there might be a possibility of someone getting interested in Google-ing or Youtube-ing it. I've made the volume louder  than what my ear needs so I wouldn't hear sounds from the T.V. which my roommate, Gida is so unwilling to turn off even if asked him desperately to not let me see or hear anything from the 5th season of Gilmore Girls since I'm still on the 3rd one. He mocks me time and again, by letting me hear him cackle after every witty line which is what I've loved about that series since College, when it was still shown on Studio 23.

Hah. Let me breathe a second.

And now I'm glad to see I've written something. I was afraid to find out I've lost my ability to translate my thoughts into writing. I haven't made a decent one since I had my "Auntie" issue. Speaking of her, I still imagine myself yelling at her with all the cuss words invented in the dictionary and on the streets in many different languages, with her perpetually listening to me as if she was one who’s born without a mouth. That scene will just remain an imagination because, knowing her personality, she wouldn't just look at me and listen. She’ll never hear what I’ll say. Her brain will be busy processing thoughts and making sure she follow the rules of logic (I’m still not sure if she can do this but let’s give her the benefit of the doubt), and by the time she's finished, it will not matter whether or not I’m done with my litany of-- damn her! She always finds a way into my imagination.

It's cold inside our room. Even so, I’m still able to move my fingers for typing. I only have a yellow towel on me which smells as if (as if?) it hasn't been washed for ages. We’ve entered the world of too much information, so what? I’m shivering; I’m not sure if I’m being coherent; and Heatwave's "All You Do is Dial" is still on my head. Again. you can Google or Youtube it if you want. It's good music, I tell you.

Gida’s laughing again and I can hear him even if I have this headset on. If he keeps on doing that I'd risk being naked and freezing just to shove this dirty towel down his throat.

I changed the music. Now, I’m listening to Cathy Dennis’ “Moments of Love” and I so love this song. It’s one of the best I’ve ever heard created recently, by recently I mean from the 1990’s onwards. There’s so much soul on this song, and so much beauty. Every time I listen to it, the sound of Cathy combined with the violin and –ah I don’t know what the others are, all I know is that I could listen to this song all day.

Cathy’s “Moments of Love”. I’ve considered this song special the moment I heard it on Joey Radio. This used to be my favourite station, I don’t know what happened to it and crappy songs ate up the good ones. By the way it was summer of 2006 when I first heard and took notice of this song. It was when I first came to Cebu to try my luck as Call Centre Agent. I lived in a room with nothing but empty wooden double- decks with no foam, then. The only things i had were the ones I brought with me: Three pars of jeans and some polo shirts and that radio in the form of miniature pc made of plastic. That miniature pc thingy was my only companion. From it, I heard this song and I loved it instantly. Heard it at about two in the afternoon, which is what I consider the most sentimental part of the day, I don’t know why.

I’m hearing that laugh again. I wonder if he’s tasted this mouth-watering dish called “Yellow Towel.”