October 20, 2012

Montebello Villa Hotel: Its Lines and their Subtlety

On Memories, Drawing, Truth, and David Foster Wallace “What is drawing?” my high school TLE teacher once asked us. “It is the combination of colors,” a classmate answered for the sake of class participation. “It has shadows.” “It depicts nature and life.” “It shows emotions.” He nodded to some by-the-book tries, which sounded novel—not attempts on novelty—to the high-school Jona. I did not know the word “novelty” th.en “But, basically,” he momentarily stopped to build suspense perhaps, “drawing is a combination of lines,” he continued. We wore the look of stupidity.
October 15, 2012

Virgin Beach Resort: The Needed Solitude

Food and Accommodation: Complimentary WiFi: Yes Contact Number:   032-354-8661/0917-307-8341/0915-455-6990 Website: http://virginbeachresortcebu.com/  Waking up early and having a certain someone to wake me up are reasons to be thankful  A yawp. Then a scream. I stopped reading my battered copy of Jamaica Kincaid’s “The Little Revenge from the Periphery” and looked for the source of the ruckus—the kind of ruckus that only a family can make. It was coming from the pool. It was my second day. It was the first time that I heard such a happy scream at the resort since the place usually emits a quietness as a consequence […]
October 4, 2012

| Travel Essay | Kanlaob: Beyond Kawasan

“If you can’t swim, find a trail,” advised Myand, who is aware of my river obsession. Perhaps he could see the lustful look on my face while looking at the rather strong rapids of Kanlaob. And perhaps he could also see the will to test its stubbornness with my very own body, with my very own stubbornness. With the torrents in front of us, my rather rusty frog stroke had no use. Kanlaob is no swimming pool.
September 28, 2012

Going Chinese at Choi City

Address: G/F South Arcade, Banilad Town Center, Banilad, Cebu City Telephone Number: (+63 32) 239 0800 / (+63 32) 239 0999 Camera: Pawlito, a Nikon 3100 with 18-55 mm lens  Roast Layered Pork  Thankful. My college years would not have been easy without my crazy Titing, my paternal uncle.  I did not have any curfew, so I often went home  past midnight. Although I often made his wife, Ate Flor, worried, but I just shrugged it off. I spent the evenings browsing the Net at Ang Suga office and walked the eerily silent and loud streets to Sto. Niño. I sometimes […]