December 28, 2010
Dec. 26 4AM Southbus Terminal 330 AM North Bus Terminal 430AM ETD for Bacolod via Tabuelan Toledo (229) 7AM Arrived at Tabuelan Toledo Port 1PM ETA Bacolod Ceres Terminal. Late Lunch. Meet Guide 2PM ETD for La Carlota.(50) 3PM ETA La Carlota. Buy Supplies 4PM Off to Guintubdan Jumpoff(50) 5PM […]
December 2, 2010
Everything you didn’t understand Made you what you are. Strangers Whose eye you caught on the street Studying you. Perhaps they were the all-seeing Illuminati? They knew what you didn’t, And left you troubled like a strange dream. Not even the light stayed the same. Where did all that hard […]
December 2, 2010
MUSING A curve can be a camouflage belying what is ahead. A curve can be a threat, alarming one it is a cliff racing to infinity. A curve can be an appetizer, making one long for more. A road curve can be a signal, telling it is a new town […]
November 30, 2010
“What rot, I didn’t mean it, did you mean it?” (“No, of course not, of course I didn’t mean it.”) They laughed in recognition of their extremity, just as they might have laughed at another time, in the middle of quite different, astoundingly tender declarations. They trembled with murderous pleasure, […]
November 29, 2010
MUSING Travel is not about plans, rather it is more of unexpectations, of surprises, and of their welcomeness, of their unwelcomeness.On our way to Tingko Beach, my companion, Virhenia the clown, tagged two boys we shortly met at Obong Spring. Boys, they always desired to impress girls. They should take note […]
November 18, 2010
HOW TO GET THERE: South Bus Terminal. Board on the bus bound south. Advice the conductor of your destination: Simala. Bus Fare from Cebu City to Sibonga is P53.00 only. Get off in Simala. Hire a habal-habal for Upper Lindogan where the monastery is located. It’s only P20 per person.
November 17, 2010
Tragedy primes one for humor. And humor primes one for tragedy. They amplify each other. As a writer, I am trying to express those things that are most scary to me, because I am alone with them. Why do I write? It’s not that I want people to think I […]
November 16, 2010
A grieving village hears The song of the wounded bird It is the only bird of the village And it is the only cat of the village Who has half-eaten the bird And the bird stops singing And the cat stops purring And licking his paw And the village gives […]
