In November 2010, a colleague and I went to Negros Island, known as the Sugar Bowl of the Philippines, to film a part of a documentary about land reform in this country of 7,107 islands where so many people still suffer from feudal bondage. We travelled home after five days and saw to it that we stop by a local souvenir store to buy presents for friends and families we would be returning home to. Our flight was delayed by an hour so I decided to open and munch a pack of “piaya” I bought while I waited. It wasn’t the first time I have eaten that Visayan delicacy made of crusty bread and rich caramelized sugar as my paternal family hails from the neighboring province of Iloilo where it is also produced and sold as souvenirs. But as I my tongue tackled its gooey and crunchy sweetness that evening, it wasn’t just the good old treat that I tasted. To last for too long in my memory is the aftertaste of the rancid flavor of the island’s biggest irony. That for a land literally blanketed by sugar, it is rife with bitter realities and memories.