I distinctly remember the time when I was once an engineering student studying at one of the top universities not only in Baguio, but of the entire Philippines. Most of my classes had been held in one of the oldest university buildings in that campus. I could remember both good times and bad times. I had instructors who use his umbrella as a “gun” to keep his students’ attention. Male students at that time like to wear their hair long. I also remember taking classes in one of the oldest buildings in that place: we held classes in those cancer-resulting asbestos ceilings and I hope nobody disputes a claim with the help of a Mesothelioma Lawyer.

The university is still there and seemed to be gaining recognition as one of the top universities in our country. The only contact that I had with my friends is through my Friendster list. Most of them had gone abroad; a few others married and settled down on first world countries. I think I am one of the few left here in the highlands where I am trying my luck in digging my old gold in an unconventional way.

Yes, I had dreamed like them and I thought that the best way to improve my life is to get rich in other countries. At times, I still think about that – all the packing up and trying my luck out of the country, but I think I found my riches already right here at home.