Cebu fever.

i am feverish. and i am in cold. i have just gotten back from a Cebu working weekend, and so much has yet to be told.

if this is Cebu’s spell, i don’t wish to be disenchanted.
if this is Cebu’s charm at work, i don’t wish to be disenamored.

in between materials waiting to be drafted (yes, i refuse to call these articles…because it’s not…), gazillion emails waiting to be read and answered, items to be followed up…

images of Cebu beckons and episodes of the not too-distant past (halleur…it’s only the weekend) kept on nagging and nickin’ my attention….pretty much like an automatic lightbulb that flicks on-and-off at its own will, unmindful of my volition.

sigh.

Cebu.

it’s clean roads. tree-lined avenues. candy-colored bulbs that light up the streets. soft-chewy siopao. Bo’s coffee shop. baked oysters hiding under melted cheese. perfect barbecues…sauce dribbling graciously over its well-roasted fat. chicken, distinctly inasal. seemingly endless taxi rides – to and fro Guadalupe Avenue. moshpit at Bbaseline. mall show at Gaisano. dried mangoes and 300-peso worth dried pusit. low-fat carrot cake. capuccino. tea. coffee. hospitable hotel staff. smiling faces. gracious laughter. funny conversations. long walks over Fuente Osmena.

i am delusional.

and it’s all becaue of a virus, named Cebu.