What in hell…is that telephone doing on the floor? and where is the receiver? I let my eyes wondered up to the farthest corner following the other half of the phone cords and …there it is, rested sideways on the top of piled empty luguage set still beared the remnant tags from the last years’ trip to the philippines (the most hurtful events of my visit in comparison to the previouse ones). “somebody threw my phone…oh, oh, ohhhhh” I caught myself mentally in the midst of losing it. “so this time it’s-my-mother-is-dead-excuse” as I got up head towards the phone to retrieve it. The way lina’s emphasised on “your mother” rang in my head and keep bouncing back and forth like a jai-alai ball. The distance between me and the abstract phone seem like 16,000 miles apart…as I got closer to the phone, I heard my name being called out in a shrieking kind of voice ” nenggg na a ka diha?” I replaced the phone back to its receiver.