haven't written in a while, have i?
you know that feeling you get sometimes,
specially during lazy or really slow weekends,
where you just wake up in a daze,
and next thing you know it's already night,
and you don't know where the day went?
that's how it feels like for me,
particularly during these past few months,
particularly after everything that happened.
i now find it's september.
funny, i came here mid of july,
feeling the smelting heat here,
disoriented with the names, places, people,
trying to make sense of the events,
trying to settle down and handle at the same time.
i don't remember much, bit and pieces maybe,
messages, phone calls, words of advice,
friends cheering you up, or leaving you alone,
people pissing me off, feeling isolated,
feeling numb, feeling utterly alone.
but there is one thing i remember clearly,
images and messages sent to me from home,
i see men in uniform, crowds converging,
vehicles running around, solemn people,
words of hope, words of solace.
i remember the whole nation taking the time
and the effort to commemorate, to honour,
and more importantly, to doakan those who left.
that is something i will always remember,
and that is something i will always be grateful for,
and that is something that i will always treasure.
