If I fancy myself being immortalized in a painting, I'd be elated to be depicted as a poodle in a tutu. Not saying this because of my obvious devotion to dogs but because I'm aghast at the reactions of people who are socially crucifying a painter who had portrayed two anthropomorphized dogs donning Igorot native attires … Continue reading “Paint Me Like One of Your French Bulldogs”
Way before this placid little lake became a subject of boundary issues and there was no dissent whether to call it Banao or Danum; long before cows grazed its now dwindling patches of green, and before flocks of tourists did jump shots against a mesmerizing fiery backdrop of the sunset, this place was once a plain plateau, a … Continue reading Sagada Folk Tales: The Legend of Lake Danum
Without hesitation, I claim that the mountains of BC are love at first sight and experience for me. Simply because I am reminded of home with the painfully familiar coniferous bounty that British Columbia's forests boast of. I lived below the century-old pine trees of Tangeb back in Sagada so I got to smell the pungent sweetness of … Continue reading Barefoot Chronicles: Third Time’s a Charm
A friend once told me it took her three years to finally come to terms with the fact that she has a different country from what she has known to call home. I held on to this, thinking my time would come. That give or take a few years, I would gradually have a … Continue reading Home is where?
A long time ago in a quaint town by the mountains, lived a young couple named An-ananga and his wife whom he called his Princess. Such was the beauty of the woman that An-ananga was lovesick and could not bear to leave her for even just a second. He would gaze at her all day … Continue reading Sagada Folk Tales: “An-ananga”
It's been a year since my favorite local historian left to join her forefathers after a century of a life well-celebrated. I remember her not with grief but with continued awe of how she graciously led a life with purpose. Though I cannot help but be unpleasantly reminded of one unjustifiable failure that I should … Continue reading Of Stories to be Retold…
There was, or there were junctures in the past when just about anything can inspire me to pen a jumble of either nonsensical, profound or passably read-worthy thoughts. Riding a cramped bus, the feel of gritty sand cascading through my fingers, the sunset, or even just a broken pencil--a lot of things used to switch … Continue reading Be Kind, Be Inspired
So my hooman turned a year older today. She's convinced herself she's still 21 so I'm letting her indulge in this fantasy. Just for today. I know that for some reason, she was dreading the advent of this day. Who does that? I love birthdays! Most people love birthdays! But I guess she's not most … Continue reading ‘Woofy Birthday, Woman!’
An airport is either the happiest or loneliest place. I sit here contemplating the obvious with a half-eaten, overpriced hotdog sandwich and a lukewarm cappuccino that would have otherwise been downed in a jiffy under different, happier circumstances. It's not the first time I said goodbye to family and friends. Been through this heart-wrenching process … Continue reading T2 Reverie (15th May, ’17)
Earlier this week, my people brought home this funny, brown fluff that I thought was another addition to my countless teethers. I was already grinding my teeth in anticipation when the thing moved! It moved! Like its little nose snuck out for a sniff and then its tail wagged! It has a tail! I went ballistic! … Continue reading Kaidu’s Heart Breaks A Little!