‘Kampiiii-han!’
Familiar? Should be.
From the streets of Puerto Princesa, that chant has echoed a long, long way.
From the rugged moro-moro cracks to the corporate monsters, it has bent over barriers, leaping from one end to another. Back-bending kind of leap. Agaw-buhay kind of leap. The nerve of it.
It’s not like it’s something new.
But sometimes, I couldn’t just get a good hold at it.
I mean, like now. Crap.
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