Go out to Katipunan Avenue at night and observe the students milling about.
Why do all of them look the same?
Wide eyed, dreamers, haggard from their last bout with reality, with academic ogres with sabers?
Am I glad I have graduated from that, to this?
Not really.
Sometimes I wish I were once again a wide-eyed dreamer with more guts than brains.
Those days, at least, possessed more zim than today's humdrum number-infested cycles of 24.
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