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April
Pristine is a word I always try to avoid when I’m writing. One, I live in noxious Metro Manila, and we place a high premium on “purity,” since we live in such a polluted, dank place. Two, how the heck would I know what pristine is? I even have to filter the water I use [...]
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March
I’ve always seen surfing as one of the most literal ways to express my faith. There I go, not the world’s best athlete or the world’s most enthusiastic swimmer, also with not that great a sense of balance, on a flimsy fiberglass board double my size, in the middle of a somewhat deadly ocean,* facing [...]
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January
Here is how much I love Bisaya. Only 18 hours away from being physically in Cebu, and my mind is swimming with Cebuano words. Like they were little fishes drifting by my thoughts. Not lost. Definitely part of the landscape of my mind’s ocean. Tagalog feels inadequate, and I switch to English. Where are those [...]
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January
Lilies and angel’s trumpets. One big white grave beside three small ones. A river of pebbles winking through the green. A man sitting on a dirty monobloc chair, sunshine all around, with a cabbage patch beside him. Pardon the incoherence, but I need to write this all down before I forget. You see, I’m passing [...]
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January
It’s the first day of 2013 and I am stranded here in the pretty little town of Sagada. Apparently, no one works on the first day of the year, so there are barely any businesses open, and definitely no transportation leaving town. Which is why we’ve been invited to the annual town picnic. The entire [...]
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December
I’ve found the perfect explanation for my constant wandering. If you know me, then you know that first sentence isn’t an attempt at being faux poetic. If you know me, then you know it is very rare to find me here in the Metro on a regular weekend. I am often found traveling. My friends [...]
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November
And thus ends nearly a month spent on the road, when work and home became the dash in between travelling. It was a search for, well, something. Back then, it didn’t have a name, just a nagging restlessness that was translating into an annoying version of myself. I was becoming irritable, throwing tantrums and fits [...]