home is where the heart is

i spent most of my life in dumaguete. beautiful!

met the most wonderful people. learned how to become responsible. learned how to become reckless. now, i am a work in progress. a happy mix of the good and the bad.

i was born to achieve great things. but my heart finds happiness in the most simple things in life.

a sucker for experience. a lover of life. i wouldn't say NO to a possibly hurting experience. not because i don't give a damn. not because i don't care if i feel pain. but because i know that despite the hurt and the tears, i will come out a stronger person.

my only regret is, i wasn't able to watch enough movies and read enough books. that's what you get for living in a place without movie houses and bookstores.

but the endless hours spent in cafe memento, or under the shade of a random acacia tree, or beneath the stars of the dumaguete sky, has taught me my share of trinkets of wisdom. this i wouldn't exchange for any other life experience.