If you happen to be in our university just recently, you won't be seeing this place anymore. But three years ago, there is a place in front of the Roque Ruano building famously called as the "Hard Rock". My friends used to stay here during breaks and after class to hang (since we have a lot of time to waste during those days). 

Friendship blossomed and memories filled up in this place. I remember we used to call random names and  look at people from afar then see if they will look back. I also recall that we used to go here for "sight-seeing" hot boys, too. Endless chats, laughs and pictures defined the hard rock. 

Sure I miss my old alma matter. But Statefields is still there; standing high and mighty in the highway. But the hardrock isn't, anymore. That makes me miss it more; along with the mostly happy memories that happened there. It happened at a time when we were still younger, carefree and problem-less. It was my happy place.