in class, before.

I'm stuck. This moment, it just stops. I'm lost.

I'm sitting in the second row in the middle section of the seats division in this auditorium.
Auditorium. Most of the times we call it Audi. Sounds grand. So grand but pathetic.

This is a college, a university but the facility sucks.

The lecturer in her black and blue robe is giving a lecture in front of us. The capacity in here from my rough mental counting is approximately 200 people. The lecturers are seated at the front seats and some of them at the very back. Having coffees and chitchatting wit their colleagues. I know. I was there before the lecturer  asked the 10 of us to to move to the front rows.

I'm writing this, because I don't like this part of the lecture. Poems. I love poems. I just don't like people talking about it and explaining the meanings. I hate that. Let me myself interpret it in my mind. Sometimes what they understood from the poems is not even half as correct as what it should be. Or what they really are.

Wordplay. Geniuses' game.

It's 3.38pm. Another 52minutes to go before we can finally leave this place. I don't understand why are we having this talk about KSSR right now. We should've had this 2 years ago. I'm dying to go home. I know There's nothing fun at home except my laptop but still it is better than this.

Now it's my favourite lecturer talking. I mean, it's her turn. The lecture this evening is divided into four sections and she's taking the last section. She's not really my favourite but I like her a lot. She's strict yet lenient at the same time.

I don't know why am I writing this now. Maybe I'm just bored. I somehow find that writing is quite fun even though I'm doing it in a very informal and ridiculous wasy. I've always had the urge to write but my mind isn't sharp enough to concentrate on one thing at a time. That is why you're reading this part now, which is totally different from the top paragraph. My mind is engaging. The ideas are coming and I don't know where I should stop. Ironically, my hand suddenly stops.....