I. Me.

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Now an IT guy – web/graphics/GUI design(err).
In his previous life he was the moneyman.
Worked for an Aussie project, a big one for six years.
Doodle this, scribble that during brown-out at office.
What feast the eyes. Less filling.
But there’s more to him I guess.
Little they know, better for him.

Former and current bosses.
Mayor Jesse, the best leader in the world (sipsip!)
Dune the programmer, now a Singaporean (:
Jessie the certified tekkie, now entrepreneur,
Reuel, the new one [and old] boss.
They’re the dissectors, if there such a word for it.
They make sure that the system works…
and stitched everything up!

Him? Nobody I supposed.
Weapon of choice? Broom and a PS2 keyboard.
No cellphone.  A movie. internet and comics junkie.
Two years ago he got the ladder, moved up a bit.
Thanks to Bossing Dune if not for his departure…
He started from scratch 8 years back;
recruited as … look up there!  It’s Utility Man!

The Mrs. works 8-5. Prefers incognito.
No money but lotsa honey.
They’re the richest broke in the world.

44 years gone, nothing much but amassed perhaps the 3 [most] important treasure in life.
(1) Somebody UP there who loves him.  Watches over him always.
(2) A woman who picks him up in every stumble.  Just unforgiving.
(3) An angel who flies him to heaven every day.  But with autism little does he know though.

For someone who’s duped.  Why does he care to blog?
It is the new drug.  Anyone can write the carabao way.
It’s a stress reliever or the hip thing.
Even if  he totally sucks in it.
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