I was sitting on a plane, on my way to Hong Kong and then it hit me: "My God I'm finally coming home".
I realized it had been way too long since my last visit to the Philippines,
I looked out the narrow window and saw a familiar face in the clouds,
a whiter shade of pale, the lost picture of my homeland... I then awoke and realized what I've known for years,
a house doesn't make a home. A heart does.