Hey its Monday! or for some people is moan-day.
Weather report- windy and gloomy. The sky is showing its sign to cry. Its gonna be a pouring day.
And oh, today the graduation begins. Some students from Malaysia returned to Auckland to celebrate their graduation here. But at the same time I pity them for graduating in such not inspiring environment.
Back to the topic. I was always a hedonist. I love partying, chatting about random stuff and avoid serious topic like religion and studies. Having some conflicting, unresolved issues with the studies hold me away from the books, at least for a while.
I was a committed student in my school years. There was not a minute spent not worrying about my unfinished readings and etc. You know, when you have to catch up 10 subjects and 20 different books at the same time, who wouldn't get unnerved?
That was when I missed the big time of my life. Spending evenings in the classroom is unethical, and of course, tiresome. What more it was only going to account in a single assessment. But since most of my friends did that do, I didn't feel so much at loss. Yet when I compare my experiences with people outside my social orbit, mine would sound dreary like a cold tea.
You know, studying might have been an important piece in a student's routine. But that isn't what you seek. Once you start a family, this experience is what you're gonna tell to your children. You don't wanna sound like a loser or a dork, with the experiment with different books. They need some dose of normal tales, perhaps without the 'rat race paper chase'.
Right now I'm trying to reconnect with something I missed. High school pleasure. My state as a wild expressionist explains it all. I didn't get that chance and now, I don't want to blow it.
