March 4, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Mt. Kanlaon: The Language of Its Faunas and Floras

Plants and animals are also a language, even in our reduced, domesticated English, where children grow like weeds or come out smelling like roses, the market made up of bulls and bears, politics of hawks and doves. Like cards, flora and fauna could be read again and again, not only […]
March 1, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Dumaguete: A City That Walks

Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There are objects and people who disappear from your sight or knowledge or possession; you lose a bracelet, a friend, the key. You still know where you are. Everything […]
February 24, 2011

Voyeur

Now everyone is a traveler, painter, writer, photographer, poet. I want to be their voyeur and beyond.
February 22, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Salman Rushdie| The Ground Beneath Her Feet

A photograph is a moral decision taken in one eight of a second, or one sixteenth, or one one-hundred-and-twenty eight. Snap your fingers; a snapshot’s faster. Halfway between voyeur and witness, high artist and low scum. —Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet
February 19, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

What Camera Am I Using?

To clear out all misunderstandings, I don’t own a DSLR camera (but if you, yes, you, have a spare, you can donate it.) 😉 I’m currently aiming for Canon Powershot G12.It has the specs of a DSLR and the compactibility of a digicam. Samsung ES10 is the sole companion in […]
February 18, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Dean Young: The Rhythms Pronounce Themselves Then Vanish

After they told me the CT showed there was nothing wrong with my stomach but my heart was failing, I plunked one of those weird two-dollar tea balls I bought in Chinatown and it bobbed and bloomed like a sea monster and tasted like feet and I had at this […]
February 6, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Why Do You Write?

Perhaps because I’m lonely, and writing itself is  another form of loneliness? Perhaps because words are innately selfish, and they want to be exposed although I don’t intend to? Perhaps because I could easily edit what the mouth couldn’t? Perhaps because writing is an open letter to a certain someone? […]
January 28, 2011

You Should Date an Illiterate Girl

by Charles Warnke (Jan. 19, 2011) Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the […]
January 12, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Mt. Pulag: The Laid-back and the Killer

Should human conquer the mountain or should they wish for the mountain to possess them? Sherpas went up and down ten times in some cases, without glory, without claim of ownership, and there were those said it was sacred and shouldn’t be sullied at all.―Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss […]
January 10, 2011
Mt. Lanaya, Alegria, Cebu

Alegria: Where Mt. Lanaya Towers the Town

MUSING ON CLIMBING There is a relatively small population of outdoor enthusiasts, mountain climbers, outdoor lovers in Cebu, yet how unlikely it is for them to be too diverse, too disintegrated. Perhaps because they define their pursuit differently. They, or should I say, we—have varied definitions of mountain climbing. Difference […]
January 7, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Mt. Timbak and Its People

With a diet mostly composed of fresh vegetables and fruits, it did not come as a surprise that kids in Atok, Benguet are naturally gifted with rosy cheeks, smooth complexion, and healthy eyes. With a great hope, urban or Western diet shall not reach this part of the archipelago since […]
January 6, 2011
Backpacking with a Book

Burping at Joed’s Lutong Hapon

Familiarizing, knowing one’s neighborhood has a number of advantages. A friend mentioned there is an affordable Japanese restaurant in the neighborhood. We basically live in the same area. “Imagine, sushi for P65.” “Ows?” She wasn’t joking. With other nocturnal creatures mostly composed of artist friends, it became  a regular midnight […]