splendid moonlight

I came across pictures of my old hometown from a foreigner's blog and I regret to say that it's feeding my homesickness to the nth level. To make things worse we have just heard the cuckoo of a rooster from the next building. I thought I'd been dreaming when I heard it this afternoon but just a few minutes ago I heard it loud and clear when my brother flung open the windows so I could feel the change in the night air outside.

Yes I think winter desert style is coming. There's a bit of icy chill when I stretched my arms out the window. I hope it's not false alarm, though; one morning I woke up to find fog outside but that was it. The temperature's gone down considerably but there's been no apparent change from hot to cold .

I cannot wait to experience winter; but it's nothing compared to my longing for karaoke particularly in Mango Square and in the docks of Bogo, puto, sikwate, Larsian, and simply the joy of walking around a place you know by heart.

Months before I left this song would creep into my head: I left my heart in San Francisco.. of course I would change San Francisco to Cebu. I let it creep into me for as long as I like but I would always laugh it off, knowing it doesn't particularly apply to my situation; I had no romantic attachments whatsoever and I didn't see why I shouldn't 'spread my wings' and go forth on an adventure. Something changed a few months after that so that now I know it's true: I left my heart in Cebu.

High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little jeepneys run around Fuente
The morning roosters may break the air, I don't care

My love waits there in Cebu