So why don't you leave already?

exactly.

don't call me unnationalistic, don't call me an ingrate, don't call me a traitor to my country and don't call me an escapist. i want to leave. i've been wanting to leave since the day i found out that the world is so much bigger than isabela. i'm not leaving in search of greener pastures, i just want to see all the pastures out there - green, red, snow-covered.

okay, let me rephrase that.

it's not that i want to leave, i just really really really want to go somewhere else.

i want to ride a camel and see the pyramids of giza,
i want to ride a gondola and smell the waters of venice,
i want to play poker in a casino in monaco,
i want to party in ibiza and look for colin firth in london,
i want to avoid the landmines of vietnam and pose a-la lara croft in angkor wat,
i want to rapel down that clift in palawan and climb up mt. pulag

i want to be somewhere else. and when i get there, i know i will want to be someplace else again.

so why dont i leave already?

exactly.

Note to self: be a doer ets. enough talk. lets do.