November 12, 2015

SUN.STAR | We Are Called Langitnon

This narrative, “We are Called Langitnon” (first of two parts originally appeared on Sun.Star on November 19, 2015.  Paradise, said the old man to his friend, is in Davao. Davao del Norte’s Christ the King Cathedral—which he claimed cost P70 billion, the biggest of its kind in the Philippines—is the sole determiner of a paradise.  His neighbor cocked his head, as if by doing so, the old man’s words would flannel their way down to his head without any unnecessary sifting. I expected him to contradict his friend, but he did not; rather he shifted the conversation to Satan and declared […]
August 21, 2015

SUN.STAR | Tales from Lake Sebu

This post divided into two parts (can be found here and here with the title Tales from the Lake) originally appeared on Sun.Star on August 13th and 20th, 2015 respectively.   1 THE healed tears on her earlobes reminded me of a cock’s crest: soft to the touch but arresting to look at. They reminded me of little deaths, the kind I have to live through, to live with every day. Three nomongs dangled from her rugged ears. They were light and made dry little sounds once fondled. She must have spent the whole morning on her farm behind the range, and […]
November 3, 2013

Manila Bulletin | Newbie Encounter with the Siargao Waves

“They are rather small,” the hippie selling souvenirs at Cloud 9’s boardwalk shrugged her shoulders when I motioned the fierceness of the waves. “They seem furious enough,” I countered. We were at the three-story boardwalk, looking at the lapping tongues of the Pacific piqued and exploded by the lighthouse. Its roaring and breaking left shy tremors beneath our feet. But she just continued singling out hair strands from her scalp and uprooting them while I was already entertaining possible tsunamis hitting the Siargao shore. “Ber months, come here in –ber months,” she said swinging her hammock with her body. In […]
September 26, 2013

Camiguin in Memories

I feel the need to write Camiguin sooner than expected. More often than not, I let my trips sleep for a year or so before browsing through the notes again and letting memories resurface. And the strongest senses of Camiguin in my head are the overwhelming presence of Mt. Hibok-Hibok,  the calming presence of mayana varieties. On top of that, the experience of traveling around with a boyfriend outside my Visayan territory is different from the rest of my trips. Traveling to Camiguin was not as smooth as I thought it would be. I momentarily forgot I would not be traveling […]