Filipino

  • Revisiting ‘Puhon’

    Eventually. Soon. God-willing. In the future. Someday. Puhon. I still wrestle this word, and I don’t think my struggle with it will ever cease. Not because of anything linguistic or cultural, but existential. What is it that I am hoping for? What will inevitably transpire and come to pass? Puhon finds its roots in my…

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  • “Puhon, anak. Say ‘puhon.’” It was my dad more than my mom who reminded me of this. Funny enough, my dad’s native tounge was Tagalog; it was my mom who taught him Bisaya. Yet she would never be the one to remind me—part of me always wondered why. But what mattered more to me was…

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