Langgam
In Visayan language, langgam means bird.Whenever I hear one, I know where to look atan instinct, my nine-year old self had yet to learn
not in a language class, but with my two Visayanclassmates and my sister, the Visayan way.
Note: This essay is inspired by Neobie Gonzalez’s essay, “What Do I Call this Beating?”
Food for Thought
As for the blandness of the meal,there is always salt to season it withyour complaints, as cold as how you leftyour plate untouched left me losingmy appetite you had consumeda number of times we’ve stuck to the usual foodthat once was tasty, explodingon our taste budsthat longed for something new…
Zipline Ride
I did not expectto remain coolforeverfor this strange kind of secrecyacting before my eyes.“Partly becauseit is his nature”Can you wonder,that such thoughtsso low, the motive too common (Inever saw so much dirt in my life)
The Coin
Five pesos, think of it, what canI possibly have, possibly visit that will give me the sameexcitement as holding the coin,picturing five peanut bars wrapped in foilevery afternoon at playtime?save up instead maybe, save time over a five-peso bread tocalm my stomach for the meantimeor try something, one thing…