Back to the Philippines, Back to my Portal

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Hey there! Your all MISSED. Dang!, 4 months of hiatus. My longest and lamest since this freaking site first saw the light of day two years ago. I'm back anyway, and would return again in your respective portals in a day or two (promise).
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Surely, there are LOTS of restoring and storytelling to do. Don’t worry guys, I'll be making my close-to-rotten entries SHORT this time – so are 3 pages for each sufficient enough?..how about 5?... hehe

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STRIPPED .
Speaking of comeback, well, I just, free myself (at last) from the infamous modern hero title upon bidding my immortal 'Maa-salam (or goodbye) to my Dirham-paying job a day before 2010. Suffice to say, I was, for the last quarter, have joined the minion of jobless turned penniless ex-expat living in the country.

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No more OFW perks and burdens, i.e., credit cards, fine dining, accommodation & global recreation, cargo boxes to fill, remittances to send home, among expensive others. So there. After barely a decade of tough encounter with U.A.E.'s notorious smell, sights, sun, and sands, I decided to pack my aging suitcases and fly. There was no weepy farewell though when I left Dubai's sinking paradise, and when I casted myself back to the el-nino cum la nina prone land of ours. I'm here FOR GOOD and FOR REAL this time (I think). I used to have nothing however, when I first set foot there, except perhaps of my many dreams - that seemed to remain a dream when my contract expired.

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BUSY

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And so beside being pre-occupied with myriads of carnal opportunities available in this election-hit Island, my eyes – were busy as well peeping-out for veteran pickpockets preying on their potential victims; my ears – on loud burping of overweight policemen, of screaming hawkers & illegal peddlers; -my skin - on the touch of sightless beggars, of showerless streetchildren and the more showerless vagrant psychotics (taong grasa); my nose - on the stinking ten peso per pee restroom, etc. I was, beside contemplating of how my poorer life would eventually become, was quite busy too experimenting on how my new blog header for a new theme should look like.

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SORRY
. Not only for resurrecting my sleeping portal in a usual dismal & acerbic manner, but also for hibernating this long with nary, a notice. But hey, I labored much on how to wrestle & win over my inner demon on the so-called writer's block attack. Had my geeky thoughts re-organized, 'be back dancing again the tune just like the good o'l days..
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To my loyal online buddies who have given me final warning to get out of my box & blog again (or else my name will be finally broom away).. thanks thanks :). On that note, my page 3 rank in google remain solid and standing as ever reminding me of the overstaying trapo's in our circus-inspired government. Ah, Writing will always be my love, my blogsite a home, my fellow a family. GLAD I'M BACK! .

(photocredit: my ala-david the coconutter photos were taken yesterday in our rooftop by a nephew)