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A look back at the gate of my university days makes me smile. Who would not when it brings back beautiful and fond memories of my true friends, romance, old flames and lost virginity inside that more than 10,000 hectares of vast agricultural state university.

Last night, thanks to Facebook, I chanced upon a name of an old flame..

Mashala! Parang timang akong nakangising asong tigang.

The photos of the university radio station surprised me. That facility among other things have been the bone of contention during our campus struggle almost three decades ago. The façade of the Engineering Building is now standing tall with a satellite dish while the tennis courts are all freshly painted.

There are also old buildings like the Cafeteria where an overcooked adobong string beans became an inspiration of protest songs inside the campus. Although aside from those songs, romance with my first ever love developed. There are the old College building where now a few quickies were done innocently.

It was in the men’s dormitory where I was once tagged as the queen.

But this blog is about a handsome boy who once lived at the back of the dorm. Actually there were three cutie guys that lived at the back of my dorm.

One, later became a shower buddy while the second guy slept with me once at my friend’s house.

The third is tukayo. We once hit it inside a rest room of a resto bar just outside the university and we never met again until I bumped on him in Riyadh a decade ago. Obviously, a more interesting and outrageous event occurred on my bed.

Tukayo is now back in Mindanao who is eagerly sharing me his life through FB. He now has two cute sons who are now in college.

Hay buhay.