Oh I wish I have the whole night to write about UP Diliman. But anyway, I'd try to write a few. Earlier today, I was able to go back for leisure, after 2 and a half years, I think. Oh, the nostalgia! After being around Taft and PGH and inhaling smog, it was so refreshing to find trees lining the road, a lot of grass and plants and flowers, fewer people per square meter, less buses (and smoke from their tambuchos ), less vendors who block the already narrow sidewalk. It's so nice to be able to walk around the oval, the lagoon, the shopping center. I saw my old dorm (Molave), the ikot, si manong na nagbebenta ng putok , fishballs, PNB, the chapel, the bahay ng alumni. I just love Diliman and everything about it. You see, UP Diliman was one of the few risky, wrong-but-right choices I made when I was in my teens. I was all set to be a doctor, and I figured that getting into Psychology would be a smart move, as it would be easier to get through college before I gear up for m...