I get really nostalgic whenever I have to pass by Katipunan Avenue. The lively strip of road houses many of my fondest memories of youth--quite lost after I became a young mother. I can always associate a face, an event or an object to a certain portion of the stretch that starts from the border of UP and ends at White Plains' intersection. But for me, the most special of them all (aside from Ateneo, Unit 802 and friends) is the boy who lived in the outskirts of the avenue.
Rare trips to Katipunan is like coming home to him... if only he knew that this is how I feel.
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