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?
Renton, Trainspotting
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The Fournier ancestral home in Medina, Misamis Oriental (Sir Andre promotion!). Built in 1907, the dungawan is defintely one of the best parts of the house, not to mention the kitchen (hehehe)..jpg)
The untapped beach front of the Fourniers in Medina. That's Mt. Hibok-hibok right there on the right side..jpg)
Ukay-ukay in the infamous barter trade in Zamboanga. Got myself an olive green padded sweater and a white polyester polo shirt for 250 bucks.
2 comments:
that "dungawan" or durungawan is simply... nostalgic :)
parang ang ganda-ganda sa Mindanao. i wanna go.. :(
Yeah, it really is nostalgic and viewing the sunrise and the passing tricycles are the best things. Kaya punta ka na dito, I'll be your tour guide, for a minimal fee, hehehe.
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