post-hiatus

*dusty curtain lifts*

the hiatus had been long, too long people. it took the form of a valley that was deep and the trough did not made itself visible when I was in it. scrary, but it lifted some fears and made me somewhat alive.

                                   ( * )--

       just glad i did not take the doors that seemed ajar as leopard crawled through that dark valley.

               I'm alive still anyway, amen to that!

                                                           __ __  __----''''

                    (+) 

     after the trip to Seattle/Vancouver, the blocks came atumbling, then a quickie 48-hour trip to India and then an even quicker hop to Manila lasting only less then 24 hours, the trip count for this year is now four.

not too shabby on its own. really. and of course an Elite Gold card got sent my way. not bad, not bad at all!

                then Jun was in and out. and Cel showed up. She popped in as a harmless massage, interested in my varied interests she quipped. Appealing she found. hmm, that sure got my interest on that site that has been forgotten and yet fed like a parasite on my wallet leaks. 

##--##   it'll be strange like an alien to anyone who holds the more traditional ideals on love, relationships, wars and life. it's like a fast-forwarded VHS, not too clear, but the characters were vivid and strong. and things happen.

happened it sure did. she's seated beside me, our second meet at the airport. first prior to my hop to Manila. I'll continue to be diabetic, if she stays that sweet and polite. But man, it makes me feel alive again, like a stoner wearing off the senses back. It's a pretty good feeling. multiple firsts all in a row kinda indicates this could be on to something. let's see Cel, if you (Cel) ever read this, drop me a text now! to holler a response, so that I know.

                                 -----><

          society is a myriad collection of senses and triggers and incidents that will sublimate into memories, locked up in each and every participant's mind. for now, the larger lady on my right had some issues i gathered, her responses when some hot chick trod past, and she removed her boots that hugged her feet under her rather too short dresss. they (the feet) sure needed some airing, but Starbucks@T2? wrong place mdm i say. i wish her some luck, perhaps she's distracted in some toughts, some unmet-wants. I don't know. hope she's fine, and no one would avoid her if she kept her boots on...then again, how would one tell her?

Cel's still hard at work. the in-transit white man on her left fidgeted a little more then the usual tired one would, maybe he's needing some hash. too bad he's in a fine city.

ya know Cel, one day if we re-read this together, I wish to be holding thy hands. yea.

                         ---oo++

             all else, the months look like what life is about. the unknown and exciting.

           God, set thy path to draw me back closer to thee!