(scribbled) when i'm just a call away

so last night my parents went on this tirade at my sis about her prolonged hours spent on the phone. and it dawned upon me that just not too long ago, i was there - with my nights of endless phone calls too. thinking back from where i am now, it is kinda nostalgic how the whole 15-16 year old thing has seemed to fade away for me replaced by nights spent reading political blogs and dota-ing (hmn, maybe that's still a 16 yr old thing to some of you, but i'll like to believe it transcends any age barriers). so yes, on the ride home, whilst listening to my sister's chinese songs (i.e. nice tunes, but they seem like a whirlwind of oriental sounds which i can't exactly make sense of), i began wondering when was the last time i had a long chat on the phone, why i stopped and why out of the blue i seemed to shun away from talking more than i should to anyone on the phone. and as how a 5 year old would ask questions; i kept asking more, one question leading onto the next. asking "why, why?" and then i stopped.

and then i decided to write, not to let the world know what runs through my mind, but in salutation to the memories that brings about the smiles. the memories that i hold tight and fend off those who try to taint it. and i write in salutation to the one on the other end of the line.