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Watching the nature at the Bell House, Baguio City |
It’s been already years since we have left college. Those fond memories, they will forever be past. I will always remember all those kulitan with the gangs, the beautiful mishaps, the wonderful misadventures, the childishly serious conversations, the indefinable school assignments, the indescribable thesis, the unplanned road trips, the funny food tours and some beer nights in the cold, dreary night. Baguio has always been a part of our lives and will always be.