from where he was, he can’t tell that it was high noon. his blinds covered his windows entirely, leaving just traces of light creeping on the lines under the door. he wakes up with a throbbing sore throat, the worst he ever had.

instinct tells him to grab his celfone. he scans through some unread messages. nothing extraordinary except for some text ads on saving the whales. ah ok it’s whales this time.. i wonder if the seals in vietnam got saved. damn it. my throat hurts. what had i eaten last night? slowly, grim details of his escapade the night before came flashing before his eyes.

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a couple of weeks ago i wrote an entry about formal themes and how difficult it was for me to compose them because i cant find the right words to describe the place.. well, i found this in my baul of photos. ladies and gentlemen, this is where i spent my summer vacations.

if only i had a camera back then, it wouldve been a lot easier to tell my summer stories.

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photo by joey climaco. hubo river. san agustin, surigao del sur. november 2006.

also posted in http://bisligboy.com

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he sits on a low chair by the corner of his rectangular studio flat. grabs his cigarette pack and lights the last stick on the case. once again, he drowns himself in deep thought. he gives a quick glance to the clock above his television. it said 6 am. oh f***. he shakes his head, a mild worry painted on his face. another sleepless night.

7am. the warm sun rays cooked her face pink. she could feel the cool breeze of the early morning on her cheeks, disturbed occassionally by the rickety yet reliable blows from her 2 yr old electric fan. as she turns to stop her screaming alarm clock, her body is bathed in fresh sunlight. the clock says 7am. she lets out a contented smile. she just had the best 8 hr sleep of her life.

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ive updated bisligboy.com. check it out. dun ko na itatambak photos ko.medyo marami narin pala akong nakunan so tamang-tama na yung title ko dun, adventuresin photography ng isang taga bislig surigao del sur. naks.

daan kayo:http://bisligboy.com salamat!

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There are days when you become extremely bored and nothing drives you to move, not even the rumbling of your empty stomach or the friendly cockroach that crosses your chest from an open pizza box nearby. You become too lazy you begin to grow roots that bind you to the bed or to the floor or to your sofa and the only thing that moves is your thumb, lazily pushing buttons for your only window to the world: the tv.

And then you think about weird things like nora aunor or miss gay pembo or Harleys for tricycles. and then you gravitate towards bigger things. You begin to question the meaning of your existence and your role in the grand theory of things and you realize you are nothing compared to paris Hilton or kris aquino or worse, peter north. And then you think of schemes to put yourself on top. ,

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