I was born in Aklan, raised in Bacolod and am now living in Cebu with my family. I do speak three dialects fluently. Like my upbringing, I have always been a child of different worlds. I constantly felt like I never belonged to anything nor anyone, well, until I discovered writing.
I remember being a three year-old who pretended to know how to read by memorizing the dialogues in the pages of a local magazine. Thanks to my grandfather who instilled in me the value of pursuing knowledge wherever I go. I was so young then but I already understood how mere words could affect and influence people.
I was addicted to anything and everything that spelled romance and witty conversations. One time, my mother even threatened to boil my komiks collection and force me to drink the juice so I would stop reading them and start studying my lessons in school. Laugh not for that was a true story.
I did not read a lot of english romance novels but I educated myself by reading articles on paper and scouring the internet for random information. I never went anywhere without a notebook and a ballpen on hand. Ideas, for me, were like rainbows. I had to take note of them before they disappeared on me forever.
I woke up in the morning and slept at night with nothing but heroes and heroines in my mind. Writing about how they met and fell in love was pretty much the air that I breathed and I couldn’t even begin to imagine myself without it. Call me crazy.
I have always believed that a writer should have two wings in order to fly. One wing should be forged out of passion and the other one, freedom of expression. Hey, look Ma, I’m flying..