lost in the nakaw world

there was a time when i was happily biking on the streets of dubai.

one fine evening, after work, i found it not where i left it.

6 months of togetherness. me and my bike. it's time to really say goodbye.

and like a pet that died, i'll get a new one or two. soon. let go and move on. secret to life. shhh...

delle cose incomprensibile

magari avendo un ideale mi ha datto tanta sfida di far crescere il mio standard nella vita. magari veramente, credo che potrei fare una differenza, di creare una utopia nel mondo nel campo dell'urbanismo. alcune giorni fa, c'eranno delle cose che non posso capire al lavoro.

certo che tutto quello che credo di fare per creare degli spazi belle non e' possibile di realizzare senza la approvazione nel mio superiore. certo che devo seguire una gerarchia del commando. come un vero protettore vigilante della verita', non l'ho lasciata di dire a me cosa devo fare. l'ho chiesta perche' non quello che ho proposto. l'ha detta che il cliente vuole certe cose. che vorebbe elevi la terra per guadagnare di piu'.

ma io non credo che il cliente voleva veramente una sviluppo come quello. sinceramente, fa schiffo! ho fatto alcune opzioni da quella che melachiesta a quella che propongo.

insomma, sono andati per la presentazione. quando sono ritornati, mi ha detto che non piaceva il disegno. dentro di me, ridevo come matto. ma come non voranno quel disegno... hahaha...

va bene, ho ricominciato di disegnare un altra schema.

e cosi la vita all'ufficio. buffo. imcomprensibile. vado a nuotare adesso. ciao.

holyweek 2007

its been one "heaven" of a holy-days during the holy week. sheer happiness.

Kish Trip Round 2

*this is my long overdue Kish Report

5 months in the city of superlatives. No fixed source of income yet but the prospects were many. Nonetheless, I was entitled (by force of law) to my second trip to the famous exit island of Kish in Iran.

No matter how sad the isle’s stories were, I remembered how peaceful my first exit experience was. This time I wouldn’t be making the same mistake of keeping the memories all in my head.

So here it is, again doing my part in changing the perspective of things, through this photo journal.



The first thing I noticed was this. I was even more concerned for my safety after having read this sign and I wonder if this is the kind of detail they put in maintaining their planes.



There was something more to the signs, eye candy cotton candy clouds.

After checking in the cheap hotel, I joined the group tour and did my shots. First stop, the old city of Harireh, where the explorer Ibn Battuta visited the Persia of the olden days.



I’ve always thought that the Vitruvian man was from Italy. I reckon not.



Then we stopped by the adjacent attraction, the oldest tree in the island. Here, the locals and tourists believe that if you tie a piece of string on one the trees appendages and make a wish, it would come true. Many of those who tie the strings there wish that their misery in life especially their tenure in Kish would end soon.



Accommodations are also available on the tree itself.



We then went to the Greek ship and its famous sunset. It was very cloudy during that time and it seemed like raining, but the view was spectacular nonetheless.



a more closeup shot indicating that my only good is always there wherever I am.



There were also locals visiting the island. Here is an authentic Iranian family on a vacation. Who cares about being ashamed… I asked if I can take their picture and they were happy about it.



Still on the same site, I have captured my travel companions while they photograph each other.



I thought that inanimate objects don’t have senses. But the trucks do know where to select a nice view…



…and when to get a good seaside repose.



Further on, we went to a very nice beach with interesting stones scattered along the beach. Here you’ll see a fellow tourist’s authentic smile.



Gossiping stones.



Toddlers were aplenty too. They are even awake at two in the morning with their parents at the part during weekends… something really weird for me. Here are two of the cute ones.



After the day’s tour, we went downtown to develop some of the photos. I found an interesting door detail.



At 8 in the evening, this is what a big boulevard in Kish looks like… so serene, so ugh… I like it like this.



The Kish experience wouldn’t be complete without the sheesha, the Arabic smoke pipe. So we had a sheesha night cap with my newfound friends. These is the main paraphernalia.



Lots of spare pipes like snakes on a tree…



the sheesha master…



the glowing flavored coal



and of course, yours truly during the sessions.



For the lonely guys, they also have a table for one.



Lastly, the place where I was staying. Far from being posh but it suited my purpose. Peace, quite and alone. Shown here is the bed with the lone room décor.