January 20, 2012
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Sinulog! Isyagit og Kusog!

The streets surrounding Basilica del Sto. Niño were the venues of varied characters. 
January 8, 2012
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Maya Before 2012 Arrives

Dear Tummy, You bloated ungracefully. But it wasn’t embarrassing since you have every reason to swell. Gluttony is the sin your owner never fears to admit. If a colossal explosion turned our planet into morsels in 2012,  at least, Tummy, you had an idea about Mexican food.  But, Tummy, did […]
December 26, 2011

Wrap 2011 with Generosity

2011 won’t leave us. Our mind will always remind us of its memories. It won’t end either since the human brain is the greatest historian. It can’t be replaced since 2011 is uniquely 2011. Or perhaps, we are about to separate our lives in yearly compartments. This happened in 2010. […]
December 11, 2011

Weekly Photo Challenge: Celebration

Hilton Cebu, Mactan, Philippines A fine detail of something that was about to happen: a celebration. Why it was not a celebration yet? Because the centerpiece was reflected on the upside-down glasses. Because the rims kissed the white cloth. Because the glasses are like obedient kids waiting to be lifted […]
December 7, 2011
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A Clue about My Ancestors at Museo Sugbo

Museo Sugbo, Cebu City, Philippines  “Ate, ikaw lay kuyog sa Rainforest Adventure bi,” texted Virhenia. She was running a fever, and her team won a free pass at Rainforest Adventure for the Halloween picture contest at work . But I had another plan in mind. I intended to visit Museo Sugbo, which […]
December 6, 2011
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BWAB: Part of the 4th Annual Best Cebu Blog Awards

Casaroro Falls, Valencia, Dumaguete, Philippines Backpacking with a Book is created with traveling as a creative process in mind. I travel to attempt to write. Although it is a constant struggle with words, traveling makes it bearable. I travel to know and understand not only the place but also the […]
October 19, 2011
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Quotecard: Badjaos at Pier 4, Cebu City

I wonder sometimes about the merit of that miraculous tenacity, that adherence to a lost landscape and a senescent language. A case could be made that they would have been better off melting into the landscape as no doubt many now forgotten did, adopting native tongues, stories, places to love, […]
October 3, 2011

Tuburan: The Home of My Childhood

Writing about one’s hometown starts with lovely ruralish images—bordering between innocent homesickness and cheap tourism—and ends with a tormenting confession. I used to have motion sickness. Raised in farmlands and having mountains for playgrounds, the city was like the American Dream to the young me. I didn’t even know the […]
September 25, 2011
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To Travel Is to Write

When procrastination becomes a habit, it is high time to put an end to it. My writing assignments, imposed and academic, are piling up. I could not bring myself to put thoughts into words. This online abode, which I usually update once or twice a week, had a silent August. […]
April 25, 2011
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Concluding Holy Week

Yesterday marked the last of Holy Week. I went home for three days, rendering this online home unattended, silent. Yesterday I had a regretful afternoon and sought refuge in halu-halo, late unlimited-rice lunch, and  J. M. Coetzee’s words. He continues to teach because it provides him with a livelihood; also […]
April 14, 2011
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A Plate Story: His, Hers @ Parklane Cebu

A conversation between imaginary parents about their imaginary kids. “What if she’d get hurt” “Let her appreciate the pain” “I mean, physical” “Teach her self-defense. Or let’s have a boy first. He will be the guard. And we won’t be overprotective parents, will we?” “Nah, but I’ll worry a lot.” […]
April 10, 2011
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April, How Did I Start You?

Ah, I started you by joining the mad creatures camouflaged as online teachers in Portofino. Quite a compact beach, April. I used to love crowds. These past few months, however the city became suffocating. Perhaps it is P’s calming effect on me. Or perhaps I am resigning to age. My […]