March 27 2013 I woke up almost 10:00am, smelling what’s cooking-in inside my host’s humble abode. It was holy week at that time, so it is customary to eat fish. Siquijodnons are fish lovers and they have this affinity on freshness; for they do not buy day-old fish. I then strolled along the streets of Lazi with the blessing that I don’t get lost. I was informed by my friend that I’d be joining them (Highschool batchmates of hers) to go to the beach. Salagdoong Beach that is. ...
Happy Fiesta! Pit Senyor! -These were the phrases shouted on a feverish Sinulog-driven, Sunday 20th of January. I recall thinking about joining tomorrow’s trip north of Cebu, while strolling inside the mouth of the beast; the horde infested with wasted individuals, along the long street towards cabanas/baseline. I thought, if I ever get out alive (and not wasted), I might be able to arrive on time, set for tomorrow’s trip (which eventually, I failed to do so). Bottles ...