Music is playing at the background, blasting away in my ears. I can see couples beside me, studying- well , maybe not couples- but a guy and a girl nonetheless; STUDYING which is what I should probably do right now actually.
Ah but it's Sunday night. I need something to boost me up to prepare for the week ahead.
Have you ever tried reading a book, spending time and energy and brain cells in delving into the intricate characters and plots, all the way to the end only to find out that the last few pages has been ripped off ?!
beh tahan man!
The Seminar was, well, a typical seminar, with talks and Q & A sessions and of course, food. I mananged to stay awake for the first two talks, one on the importance of education and the other being about politics but by the third and the last, about economics- sorry la.
My story book got the better of me ( was reading Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison if you must know, the book with no ending. @!*#%$!)
The rest of my coursemates naturally buried their heads in their notes and books thoughout the whole day.
"Eh, very stressed leh looking at you guys studying. Make me feel darn guilty."
"See you read storybook, we lagi stress."
so who's the stress-er and who's the stress-ee?