“Piyesta ron sa among parokya, day! Naay daghang kaon! Pwede mo maimbitar?” said a man in his early 50s drinking on the shore with younger men. I knew they were curious about my companion, a beautiful Japanese maiden. “Libre, K’ya?” I smirked. It is hard to say no to food. “O, oy! Dali! Adto ta ninyo!” I told Midori about it. She was game for it. The then-chapel by the road leading to Kawasan is now a church. And most of its surroundings are cemented.
The fledgling ventured beyond its one-meter realm. With its still fluffy feathers, it returned to its nest once in a while. Its chirps accompanied my veranda mornings in Tuburan, my seemingly sleepy yet happy hometown in midwest Cebu. Nestlings confront life as soon as their wings can take it. They never hesitate. They fly. In the past three weeks, I measured my life with chirps, waters, early mornings, greens, bites and devours, coffee, and mouthing Iloveyous in the crowd or in a room. I lost count. I’m happy. Life has never been this beautiful. And it’s scary. I. WORDS Words—they pain […]
Bikers at the Old Port | Tuburan, Cebu, Philippines I’m currently camera-less. It was damaged during my recent trip. I’m polling support to have it fixed. Help BWAB to have it repaired. Any amount is greatly appreciated. Thank you! Do you need a photographer for an event? Click here
These past few months, I was alienated from mountains because of stupefying vertigo attacks—a migraine aftermath, I hope, and not something life-threatening such as brain cancer or tumor. Vertigo made me incoherent—or to put it bluntly—plain stupid. But the body and the mind longed for the beauty of restlessness, and beachineering and townhopping temporarily substituted for the mountains. To Camotes at Four in the Morning For nocturnal creatures by habit, Pie and I had to force ourselves to grab an hour sleep before heading to Camotes. Partially unprepared, we didn’t know White Gold Terminal doesn’t have a 24-hour operation, so we […]