For a time, I thought it was the end of my blogging days.  While I was having my compulsory (self-imposed?) leave of absence, my blogsite was archived or suspended allegedly on violation of the wordpress terms of service.  It was hard to accept at first but later, I began to accept that, hey I’ve had lots of fun doing it and maybe it was not meant to last.  And I was not alone in this predicament; there were also those of esteemed bloggers and friends like the mousepainter, the fisherman, the noble sage and the volcano who were similarly victimized.  But on second thought, I could not allow my works to be lost just that easily.  Not anymore.

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Phoebe and Albert are informal settlers in a private land in Orange country.  For about six months, their family has gotten used to their neighborhood.  They could really feel the literal closeness of everybody residing within the lot.  What with fifty-nine families living in twenty-three makeshift houses.  And then came the shock of their lives. They were given a very short notice to leave the premises.  The entire neighborhood were forced out to the streets even before their petition to the courts could be heard.  They knew their ouster would be forthcoming.  But no sooner than they expected. And just not that easily.

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Several bloggers have already had their respective blogs reactivated.  If they were able to do so, then so could I. 😀  As soon as I reported back to the office on Wednesday, the second day my blog was off, I emailed wordpress about four times within the day.  I only got a response that evening.  Before midnight, my blog was restored.  Whew! Persistence might have worked for me. 😀

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While my blog and I were gone, there were several (few?) who were asking (and looking?) for me and/or my blog.  I supposed it was not only I who wanted my blog back and I truly, deeply appreciate that. IT means a lot to me.  Thank you very much. I’ll do my very best not to disappoint (hopefully?).

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As for Phoebe, Albert and their three small kids, they’re looking for possible relocation sites to build their shanty with some help from the government.  So are their neighbors; they  may have parted ways and become physically distant, but the friendships made and ties that they have fostered would always bind them together. Chances are, they’d find their “homes” once again. Somewhere, anew, and hopefully, sometime soon.

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The gas series is temporarily called off.  Maybe, wordpress found it obnoxious. Or is it nauseous?  Have a very good day, everyone. Ingat…


For two weeks, I had conversations with a Pepe who maintains several blogsites to his name. The highlight of those conversations were about scary stuff, those that would cause you goosebumps or your split ends to stand and look like snakes’ forked tongues.  Last Tuesday, what started as jokes turned seriously scary conversations unintentionally to let us to remain awake for the duration of our overtime.  To some extent, I still continued even when I was told to stop; but it was all in the name of fun.

All the office workers within our floor seemed to have gone home already and I was alone at the office.  I went to the men’s room to urinate around 12:00 m.n. when I sensed an eerie presence along the corridor.  Although, I have been told stories about it several times before by some of our clients and visitors, I just did not mind it.

By 1:00a.m., I was done with my work.  I was about to don my barong when I had the strange thought of meeting someone also clad in barong along the corridors.  The mere thought of it caused me to leave my barong behind and instead, I just left wearing my white undershirt.  I hurriedly walked past the other rooms and I could only hear the sound of my footsteps; I imagined my footsteps echoing through the entire floor.

At the stairs, I saw my image vaguely reflected on the glass door.  But as I came to walk past it, I also some erect image facing front when I was sideways.  In a flash, I was already at the first floor.  I bid the security guards goodbye and did not tell them about the image I just saw. Was there really a Ghost At the Stairs?!?   It was just pure imagination, I suppose.

I went to Buendia Avenue to take my ride home.  The moon was still shining bright and it gave me a clearer view of two black rats playfully running after each other in the middle of the street. The other passersby were taken aback and stayed on the sides while the rodents, much bigger than kittens, looked like they owned the street at that moment.

Ghost or no ghost, rodent or no rodent, I have to go home to rest my weary mind and be ready for another working day.  My boss just might scare my brains out if I am unable to work efficiently and execute my work satisfactorily.  Or maybe, I just might need a ghost to scare my boss. 😀