January 6, 2017

SUN.STAR | In Praise of Onomichi’s Slowness

  Not to include photos in this essay is intentional. I wonder who would read through everything and leave a feedback; say, it is long and boring. For listicle kind of reading, read “Why I Can’t Stop Raving about Onomichi” on my travel column on TV5’s Interaksyon.com. If you can find Cruising: Going Places, I wrote about Onomichi’s food scene in their July issue.   I fixed the hood of my jacket and made sure my ears were covered. I balled and pocketed my left hand. My right held the ninety-peso pack of sanitary pad—the cheapest I could find on […]
November 18, 2016

Sun.Star Cebu | Mouli Ka, Ya?

“MOULI NA KA, YA?” asked my younger sister upon seeing my backpack ready. “Unsay mouli? Molarga nako oy,” I retorted. Mouli in my Cebuano mind means “go home” while molarga, “leave. ” I found it rather interesting—even disheartening—that my family viewed me as a city daughter and a mere visitor of my hometown. But I cannot blame them. I left Tuburan to pursue my degree in the city and hopped from one job to another afterward and visited this unheard-of, yet biggest town in the province when time allowed it. “Sige lang kag suwat sa ubang lugar, wa gyod ka […]
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 […]