Moalboal reminds me of a rainy dusk, of the ruthlessness of the waves, of memories awash, of two girls giggling on the shore. And now, more Moalboal memories to remember: Wang drawing a line on the sand, Em-em and her braided hair and huge mole, Therese all smiling, the Ang Suga staff doing retreat-like activities, the cute guy facilitating the activities, and an old man goggling to see me in my bikinis underwater.—Backpacking with a Book entry
The cute kid I was talking about.
The hands of Ang Suga
The look of a forced contemplation. "They really wanted us to cry even we didn't want to."
Exploit your memories, make them pain you.
Ma'am Moling: the walking encyclopedia. Her memory is like Google.
Different faces. Different moods. Different beauty.
Wang, the handsome guy.
Wang, the Piolo of Ang Suga. :-)
That. Smile.
A story of legs and colorful balls.
Because we can defy for a split second.
Because Moalboal, just like other beaches, have a dirty side.
"Moalboal me. Wr u?
From the eye of the broken net.
Mermaids with the missing tails
My fellow cook, Ma'am Dotillos
The eyes of the dead.
Our favorite colors and some pale yellows.
Annual Ang Suga Workshop
Moalboal, Cebu, Philippines
May 26, 2012
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