October 15, 2012

Virgin Beach Resort: The Needed Solitude

Food and Accommodation: Complimentary WiFi: Yes Contact Number:   032-354-8661/0917-307-8341/0915-455-6990 Website: http://virginbeachresortcebu.com/  Waking up early and having a certain someone to wake me up are reasons to be thankful  A yawp. Then a scream. I stopped reading my battered copy of Jamaica Kincaid’s “The Little Revenge from the Periphery” and looked for the source of the ruckus—the kind of ruckus that only a family can make. It was coming from the pool. It was my second day. It was the first time that I heard such a happy scream at the resort since the place usually emits a quietness as a consequence […]
September 28, 2012

Going Chinese at Choi City

Address: G/F South Arcade, Banilad Town Center, Banilad, Cebu City Telephone Number: (+63 32) 239 0800 / (+63 32) 239 0999 Camera: Pawlito, a Nikon 3100 with 18-55 mm lens  Roast Layered Pork  Thankful. My college years would not have been easy without my crazy Titing, my paternal uncle.  I did not have any curfew, so I often went home  past midnight. Although I often made his wife, Ate Flor, worried, but I just shrugged it off. I spent the evenings browsing the Net at Ang Suga office and walked the eerily silent and loud streets to Sto. Niño. I sometimes […]
August 27, 2012

| Travel Essay | Stories from Britania

“Nganong naabot man ka diri, Nong?” (What brought you here, Nong?) “Unsaon ta man, day, diri man nako nakit-an ang akong pikas sa kinabuhi (It can’t be helped, day, I found my other half here),” answered Nong Tony who has lived in Britania for 15 years. The tone he used for unsaon ta man appealed to me as a resignation: a resignation that life needs the other half to continue living, a resignation that a person must leave a place to find another for a sole reason: love. 
August 8, 2012

Quotes from Jeffrey Eugenides’ “Middlesex”

“What time did you go to bed last night?” asked P, who is always concerned about my crazy sleeping habits, which he thinks detrimental to my health, health-conscious as he is. “Hmm. Four, I guess?” I answered. There is no point in lying because he could easily see them through my eyebags and constant yawns. “Reading?” “Yeah. Middlesex.” “Thought you didn’t like it.” “Yeah, I didn’t like the first five pages.”