Five years is a long time, but it never dulled my fondness of the place. To the outsiders Malacañang Park may seem a hostile zone; constantly guarded and cannot be entered as one pleases. It is so because it is the headquarters of the Presidential Security Group, the unit that protects the president of The Philippines. But to me it is a home and for five years it was. Once in a while, I go back and every time, I still get overwhelmed by many a memory of some of the best years of my life.
This is where I developed my writing skills, turned into a speech writer, made magazines, newsletters, and a coffee table book. There, I learned many things; picked up a guitar, drove a scooter, tried wave boarding, learned how to shoot a gun. There, I reached my heaviest weight of 115 pounds, then I decided I should take up jogging, so I ran for several months. It has some of the happiest and unfortunate moments of my life. [Read: The Mansion Baguio: Beyond the Gates]
There, I met the people who ran the state, the uniformed men and women, and the dependents. There is so much of me that was shaped here, and so it will always hold a place in my heart.
It pays to never burn bridges. [Read: Goodbye PSG]