March 6, 2014

Sun.Star | The Wind Beneath Amihan Boy’s Feet at Dahican

THREE boys gazed at the crepitating fire licking the bottom of the sooty caldero. Their yawns competed with the sea’s audible snores 20 meters away. With nothing much to do but wait, they fed the fire with more wood for the water to come to a boil faster. Before they could join the rest at the beach, before the sun cracked the morning sky open, they must prepare everyone’s breakfast of rice and noodles doused in two liters of water. I could hear Winston, a guy in his early 30s whom the boys considered their tatay, calling out the names […]
January 9, 2014

Sun.Star | The Disappearance of Bats in Palompon

“Kada-hapon, di lagi makita ang langit sa kabaga sa mga kwaknit,” mused Roel, Levi’s uncle, while looking up at the clear night sky with a glass of bahalina in his hand. As the night neared, the bats would rise up from Tabuk—the mangrove island along Palompon’s coastline—and fly mountainward for another hunt. A sea of bats would cover the horizon and momentarily leave Palompon apocalyptically dark. It was a scene that made all Palomponons look up and admire the sea of blackness in the sky. “Sa katong wap-a to gidili, mamasol mis langit,” he reminisced. They installed one or two […]
December 18, 2013

Interaksyon | Down South | #BangonVisayas Series: What Remains Sturdy in Bohol

“Waaa. Ang ginaw,” shivered Hazel in the dead of the night. Her bed since the October 15 quake was three dining chairs she connected while her son, Elizer, and Elmer (her civil partner) and Mark (a relative) occupied the single katri—a bamboo bed. They positioned their tolda (a makeshift tent) by the wall of Sagbayan Public Market. A tall pile of packed bread fenced one side of their temporary house. To somewhat protect themselves from intruders at night, they barricaded their tent with several market tables turned on one side. Before darkness descended, Hazel went across the street and entered […]
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 […]