Fascinated with the works of Frank Lloyd Wright, I have always wanted to be an architect.  That desire came as early as Grade 3.  In high school, while my other batchmates were contemplating which course to take up in college, I remained steadfast in my decision to go for architecture.  I only applied for entrance in two schools.  UP and UST.  Passed both entrance exams but just thought I'd go to UP (since most of my friends were there).

On the eve of my finals for the 1st sem (exactly 22 years ago), my Tita broke the news to me through phone that my Dad had already passed away in Bacolod.  I took the first flight out to Bacolod the next day.  On the plane I knew that it was not only a flight out of Manila but a flight out of a lifelong dream to be an architect.

No matter what a person's age may be, it is believed that one of the most monumental points in a person's life is the loss of a father.  Look at Tiger Woods.  He was a full grown man when he broke down at the end of the 2006 British Open.  This was his very first major win without his father by his side.  The whole world was a witness to this flood of emotion which only proved that the champion's greatest pillar of strength was his father .

Resting that case, right after my Dad was buried, I went back to Manila to gather stuff and go back to Bacolod.  That was after 4 years in high school away from home and half a semester as a UP Freshman.  As the "Manila Boy" returning to Bacolod, I kissed goodbye to architecture and flew back to Negros, dead set to take up Fine Arts with a major in Advertising.

Life isn't usually point A to point B.

Reader, as you know me now, would you rather know me as an architect?