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For Family…

My family is here now.

From Dubai to Winnipeg.

For over a year and a half of living away from them, I have learned a lot of things about myself. I realized how it could get so tough without them being near. But now they’re here with me and I’m elated.

I know that we would have to start from the ground up again. And I know there will be times when we would miss Dubai. I know that there will be moments in which we would compare the life we used to live. The struggle is real, now that they are here. But as long as we’re together, I have faith that we will come through in this city.

And if there was ever a time, I felt a great degree of responsibility and challenge, It’s right now that they’re here. I am motivated to to work hard and pick up my own weight. I’m daring myself to learn how walk on my own two feet. Not because I want to show them that I can do my own thing, but because I want help ease the burden.

When they said it was on me to bring them back to the desert. I smiled. Because that became one ultimate goal.

And I’m going do just that. No matter what.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Hold On We’re Going Home by Drake

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‘The City In The Desert’


You are one great city. And believe me when I tell you that there is nothing like you.

You’re the city in the desert; the breeze in the summer. You built concrete out of sand, and made a home for me. You were honest enough to tell me that I can’t stay forever, that there is a world out there that is waiting for me.

You have introduced me to people that I would have never met elsewhere. And you let them go in front of my eyes to show me that you claimed no citizens only transients- nothing is permanent.

Then you let me go. And I loved you for it.

Thank you for everything. I will write about you until next time.2013-08-15 13.38.00

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Tidal Waves by Kenji

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Prodigal Sun

Here it is.

Still unready and unripe for the sun, but here nonetheless.

It’s summer and I have missed writing here. Although, I know it took me a while to find myself back. I’m happy to get away from all the words. Because writing meant I had to make sense of things. Blogging demanded a sort of explanation as to why and how, matters that seemed to elude me. So I stayed away from this medium of expression because I wanted to get lost.

Yes. Lost.

We are all lost by default. Although it is an odd desire to be in a state of indirection, I am afraid this is where I find myself right now. But for what it’s worth, this sense of wandering feels so right. It’s almost as if the lack of purpose gives way for countless possibilities. And the loss of destination seem to open more roads. I feel free.

Not all those who wander are lost, they say.

Summer is the best time to get lost. And hopefulIy, I find myself where the road meets the sun when it all ends.

Indirection not misdirection.


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A Sunny Evaluation Pt. 3

I’m tip-toes away from an inevitable end to summer, but it’s been glorious every step of the way. As always, a mighty finale is without a grand exit. And that’s why the last sunny stretch of my holidays have been most awesome, because it’s always the final impression that sticks out maybe even more than the first one.

Highlights and credits, rolling in. Now.

  • Rooftops are made for friends“. Hung out at my friend’s rooftop overlooking the surreal sunset of Dubai. It was moment of sentiment. Friends, sundown and photographs- it’s cliche. (Shout out to fellow blogger, Renee! Keep on writing.)
  • Walkouts and waterworks. When my dad (Happy belated birthday, Pa!) said “You’ll be leaving soon..”. Thoughts came down like a waterfall; current so strong, can’t even swim out of it. And in a room full of people, my eyes started to water. Damn. So I stormed out before it rained.
  • Three days‘. My last three days in Dubai, my folks took me out every single night. Eating, shopping, loving. It was the highest (and longest) level of fun I’ve had all through out my stay. And knowing that I’ll be making my exit soon made me appreciate every single second of it.
  • Sendoff. Saturation point of happiness. Utter sadness.
  • Touchdown Toronto. Ten days worth of fun distraction. Toronto is a thoroughly immense experience. Big city, bigger people. Daylight busy bodies; nights that walk on its own. Diverse. Downtown buzzing with different people; passing each other, going every direction and up.
  • Reunions. I met up with my good triad of friends at Toronto after 5 long lifetimes. They took me in and around the city which was super sublime. Had plenty of time to catch up and know who they are now. It’s funny how people grow. I had such a grand time.
  • Friendly ‘Nosebleed‘. Had the opportunity to meet some neat people down at Ontario. A wicked bunch who knows how to make a complete riot. Actualizing awkward atmospheres with ample absurdity to ridiculous Filipino accents. Major laughing fits.
  • Winnipeg welcoming. Landed back on Peg City to be received by three nutty naughty boys along with my Aunt. It felt weird to be back- back in my room, back in this timezone, back to work. Damn. But there’s still a tad bit of summer left in Winnipeg, so I’m chasing until it’s gone.
  • ‘One with the univers-ity’. All set for this year’s academic endeavor. Bring it, man. Full load and everything, I’ll be scratching my head, biting my nails until I get you.
  • Continuum. I made post-summer plans. And I’m excited!

So this is the last ofĀ  ‘A Sunny Evaluation’. Stay tune though, and see if I managed to accomplish any of my summer goals. (This should be interesting..) But for now, these are things that came to occur during the last leg of summer. It’s been, without a hint of doubt, an amazing one.


I know I’ve been away or quite sometime. It’s been hard to write for a while and I figured I needed a breather; lighten the baggage I’m carrying and wait until my being can already muster enough words. But more importantly, I’m back.


Regular blogging. Here. We. Go.

A Sunny Evaluation Pt.2

PS- Hello, Twitter world aliens! I write sometimes.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Roll For The Sun Part 2 by Courts

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The One Who Stayed (..And The Leavers)

Accustomed to the temporal ends of Dubai, I have grown numb to people’s departures. It’s not the lack of emotion but a ready system immune to exit. Because I know that this city is nothing but a momentary place of refuge; a stepping stone.

It’s where people come and go.

But just as unfortunate as the fortunate, I’ve always bore the terribleĀ privilegeĀ of staying; watching people take flight to far flung places where miles and timezones are the extensions of distance. And until now, I sit here still seeing people off. And it tires me.

It always hurts to see someone go away. But what goes unnoticed is the the pains of the one who stayed. The person who was left in tears or in shatters; that man whose heart is equally broken; the one who’s waiting on the other end of the line. This is me. I play the role of the friend relinquished.

Empty promises of coming back given as consolations; plastic promises of keeping in touch, soon to be forgotten.

You see, the leaver moves out and can start over a new leaf. But the person who remained must continue their lives, they can’t afford a do over, only change of routine. Both are with great degree of difficulty. But don’t ever think that one who stayed got it any better.

Even when it’s my turn to give the slip, people have gone behind my itinerary to beat me to it. I don’t mean to play-test the emotions of people around me. All I want is for you to say ‘goodbye’. Because the leaver say it always as a response. But theĀ one who staysĀ always has to say it first.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Ā Fade And Then Return by William Fitzsimmons

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Same Old, Same

There’s a peculiar feel about being home. Maybe because I know Ā that in some way I’m somehow a tad bit different and altogether slightly the same. And that it will inevitably change my perception of home. Still a genuine notion persists which makes home, well, home.

Upon arrival the following are simple practicalities which assured me of the fact that I am really home. Not because it’s completely unalike from my previous destination but because it’s how it really is.

  1. People. If you have ever been in an airport it’s no doubt that you are most likely to encounter a long busy queue. But whether it’s a primary attribute of an airport or a specific aspect of rumbling air stations, individuals cutting the line with sheer disregard for people stuck in a rowed dilemma isĀ unforgivable. Local airport officials telling off boneheads; tending to people of status and blatantly ignoring minorities. Definitely smells like home cooking.
  2. Racy oversight. I was at passport control when this arab man behind the booth went like, ‘Yakhi, open you’re eyes..’, bloody hell. Are you serious? I could only manage a snicker of contempt. No regard for ethnicĀ euphemisms of any sort, I can never think of anything more inconsiderate. What a considerable welcome greeting.
  3. Heat wave. Seriously, I’ve anticipated hateful warmth in regards to this desert climate. But, goodness. It’s so goddam hot. Like, I feel as if my skin is broiling under sun rays. Not a gentle breeze was subtle enough to blow by. And it’s only the month of May, imagine the coming days.
  4. Friends. The thing about leaving is the part when you come back. You’re never sure whether things have stayed the same between you and you’re friendships. And it varies from person to experiences. But there are a handful that stays the same. Don’t matter whether it’s a quarter, a half or a dot of a person, as long as you can recognize.
  5. Family. TheĀ ambiance of home certainly feels dodgy still, at the moment. But surely it should sink into me soon. I can already feel it animating in me.

I figured I might have to take my time in adjusting at home. Because right now, everything is still kind of weird. People, places, me. I do know one thing, that somehow behind all the sunny innuendos, everything feels right in place.



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Traversing through miles of land and water could never outdo the feeling of being home. Because when everything counts the journey, here the value is in the destination.

And it’s so goddam hot.



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Almost seven months of being deprived of family. Finally, I’m a sleep away from home.

Peg City, you’ve been good to me. You held off your frozen tempers at the height of winter and you blew spring breeze unto me. Your folks have been nothing short of friendly, true to their Manitoba colors. And for that, I say “thank you”.

Honestly, I’ve had quite an experience upon staying at theses ends for some time. I learned how to be independent (somehow). I was taught how to mow the lawn, shovel snow and other important lie skills needed for the road to success. Lol. But seriously, I got sloshed, blew out my money, lied and cheated. I lost myself. But only to know myself better. My stay at this humble city wasn’t a walk in the park. The road was bumpy and harsh. But I tread on for this moment.

Almost there.

Thank you Winnipeg and Winnipeg-ers.

See you until fall! Have an immense summer. Aye!

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Wheel by John Mayer

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It’s that feel when you count backwards and the kill previous numbers that symbolize the distance from where you are and where you will be.

Damn, those are some intense emotions.

Happiness, anxiousness, sadness. All at the same time.

Six days from now I’ll be home-bound to a sand-made city that is Dubai with my familia greatly anticipating my return. And I can’t be anything but ecstatic. I’ve been gone for half a year; the longest time I’ve been away from home. But that’s wrinkled gossip I don’t need to elaborate.

As I cross out the remaining dates on my calendar my heart skips a beat. I’ve packed about over 6 times; contemplating on what to bring as gifts and who else to give presents to. Working extra shifts to save up for a later trip to Toronto. Planning checklists for various summer activities. Going round and about the humble ends of Peg City to milk more stories and experiences that I could bag along my trip.

Summer will be awsm.

So close, very close. Almost there..

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Don’t Move by Phantogram

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All Caps And Exclamat-ed

I’m done.


I guess now is the right time to heave a sigh of relief. A good quarter of the year has passed and I’m still kicking (Not that I was planning to die or anything) It’s been quite a tough one but to tread past it with sheer will is something I commend myself for. And for that the universe owe me this time of the year:


I’ve just about had it with windswept wintry walks and the frostbitten breeze that keeps cheating on spring. Let my impatience be satisfied by a place where summer is infinite and the breeze is a warm kiss. Because, I am coming back home.


Let the glorious dog days start once I step foot on your hot sand. Give me my family and allow me to embrace them; live my old life like how it all used to be. Free my friends from the bondage of distance that kept us apart; relinquish us with good times filled with great experiences. Grace me with bright lights while it’s dead at night and lease your warmth in daylight. I can’t wait…

I won’t be back until early May. So I’m not going to get ahead of my summer until I touch down Dubai. That doesn’t mean I can’t get started with my blogging spree though. I’ll be using my spare time to catch up on stories I was too busy to blog about and post some pictures I was lazy to share.

I’ve got too many long nights for my insomnia to consume. Perfect.

SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Hey Ya (Cover) by Rita Ora

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