A Nostalgic Memoirs in the Vanity of Photographs

by - November 04, 2016


Near a Cherry like trees :P

Achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness, not pain or mindless self-indulgence, is the proof of your moral integrity, since it is the proof and the result of your loyalty to the achievement of your values.
-  Ayn Rand



Time check! It's 4:49 in the morning here in the Office and while I'm at work I still need to relax or take my break from time to time and while doing the break time I plan to put it up in a blog the nostalgic feelings and memories of my dear Alma Mater. 

I graduated last year with a degree of Bachelor of Science in Information Technology at Mindanao State University in Marawi City, Philippines  main campus. I started working at the same year when I was hired by this company where I work as an IT Consultant. It's been a year on this job and even though I have had so many obstacles in achieving and improving my skills and knowledge about this job, it is still worth it at the moment where you can achieved something that can not be expected.

I am always be grateful to people who were there for me and even still there amidst of all the ups and downs of my life.

As an IT and also the one who loves photography at its peak, I took some photos before I left my Alma Mater and I want to show it to the world how lucky I am that I was admitted in this excellent and prestigious academe.

(*Don't have time to proofread this whole blog post, naa ra na ninyu if mu judge mos grammar nko. Bleeh :P hehe. Basa lang, ayaw panaway.*)


Sa Golf Course ni :)


Me and my family at the very moment, picnic time!


Over looking :)

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Ayala Resort Hotel

























Intersection near Fisheries area :)


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