I'll share with you a secret. Okay, three secrets. One is I'm doing this at 3:30 in the morning and I have a class five hours from now. The other secret is that the place in this picture probably saved me from a whole lot of despair. It's in UP Diliman. I think that a tour of the Academic Oval will reveal the revered location of this place.
I decided to name it after a popular band. The lead singer, Chris Carraba, used the dashboard of his car as a confessional whenever he was on his way home. It's not that hard. Google it.
I think I first used this place sometime when I had my last class for the day and decided to spend a little alone time. Sitting there on the bench, all I can see was grass. A slope. A dead tree. The sky. I started to talk, and I think something there listened. So I talked more. Call me crazy. I really don't care. It's cheap therapy and I get to think on and solve my problems. It helped a lot when all I really needed was someone to talk to, when all I want is someone to listen. Someone who I can argue with and hopefully make sense of this twisted and mad mind (Yes, I do have a mind and it is mad. The Jay you see today is the product of refined restraint. People tend to like me better when I don't try to paint the sky purple.)
And the last secret? I think I'll be learning about the most important lesson of all this year. I hope I remember to take down notes.
I decided to name it after a popular band. The lead singer, Chris Carraba, used the dashboard of his car as a confessional whenever he was on his way home. It's not that hard. Google it.
I think I first used this place sometime when I had my last class for the day and decided to spend a little alone time. Sitting there on the bench, all I can see was grass. A slope. A dead tree. The sky. I started to talk, and I think something there listened. So I talked more. Call me crazy. I really don't care. It's cheap therapy and I get to think on and solve my problems. It helped a lot when all I really needed was someone to talk to, when all I want is someone to listen. Someone who I can argue with and hopefully make sense of this twisted and mad mind (Yes, I do have a mind and it is mad. The Jay you see today is the product of refined restraint. People tend to like me better when I don't try to paint the sky purple.)
And the last secret? I think I'll be learning about the most important lesson of all this year. I hope I remember to take down notes.
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