Friday, January 05, 2007

i want to get away...

Jahr

Despite the demands my work has posed, especially the year 2006, I savored the times I roamed Mindanao as if it were just blocks in a village where meet your different street friends. The working conditions in the office makes you want to bark like a dog so getting out of it is a real relief. Despite going to places for a specific and work-related reason, I still had to make the most out of it. Because, I may not be coming back in a long, long time.

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This was taken at the Zamboanga museum, with the remains of an old spanish building. January 25, 2006

This was taken on a Sunday at the Zamboanga Ecozone, the day before we went back to Davao. The place is being groomed to become an industrial hub with a little push in investment promotions. September 3, 2006

My favorite photo that I have taken is a glimpse of the Cebu skyline during dusk, while overlooking from the 11th floor of the Cebu Midtown Hotel. July 31, 2006.

Whoever thought Dapitan was boring. A shot of one of the portions of Gloria de Dapitan, both a commercial and entertainment center of the city. September 28, 2006

Waking up in Dakak. September 25, 2006

1 comment:

insulare said...

nice shots... except anang last. hahaha!

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

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