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Way back when, I would stand under the Oblation in UP Diliman and shed a few tears. It was always my dream to study there. Now, looking back, I find that I was being quite dramatic. The vivid image of myself as a college student has degenerated to a few images with very few pixels. A decade ago, I visited the campus every time I was up north. The moments under the Oble’s outstretched arms were always peppered with mixed emotions. I suppose my visits before desensitized me. I still have slight pangs of nostalgia, but mostly associated with the actual campus where I studied. 2 weeks ago, almost 10 years after I graduated from college, I stood there with the people I spent my college years with. That was one of my most meaningful visits to the campus. Ten is a good year to reflect on the things that transpired through the years. What better time to reflect than with some of my closest friends, the ones who knew me and know me. I wasn’t as emotional about the issue, just…..regretful, that I never had my piece of cake. Maybe it’s not too late, huh? Maybe I will still have the chance to be part of the campus. However, the feelings aren’t as acute as they used to be. The desire to imbibe the spirit of the place isn’t as great. Maybe my experiences in other things have changed me much. Maybe I have learned to define myself through other mediums. Maybe… or maybe not. Ask me again when I’m forty.