Saturday, 26 April 2014

Tutorial Activity : Class Short Story Activity



As I sat in a room that was purposely built with a silent rule for the conveniences of others, I however could not possibly concentrate on what I intentionally wanted to do. It was the noise that haunts me each time I try to keep my head straight into the amount of work and revisions that I needed to complete. No, it was not those loud banging noises but it instead as it comes by surprise it was the little noises made by people around me and without doubt my surrounding. It was like a series of low volume music playing; trying to overwrite each other.

Although it is suppose to be quiet, it is just not soundless at all. With the people chattering, giggling, messing about to the sounds of pages being flipped, chairs being rolled around, clicking of their mouses and the sounds of people typing onto their devices. It came to my realisation that this was not completely a place where people can find complete silence to themselves. It became an excuse; in a destination form for people to sit there and do things alone but at times with a friend or a group. They sit there either getting their work done, entertain themselves quietly or even just sit there with the accompany of friends. At times there is not even a motive to be there. At times it is only a dissonance behaviour.

Walking out of the room after awhile listening to my surroundings, I notice how this is much just like life; a person's head on a day to day basis to be specific. There is so much voices in our heads because there is so much to think about. It's like being clouded in the mind with every single area or things that we carry responsibilities on. No, the library is not just a simple place where you are required to remain silent but it is a place where you get into thinking because it is like walking into a huge mind; with all the factual books and people. It would only occur to you when you actually sit there and see how people are including what they do. The people there are metaphorically the little things we think about. We do not want to think them but we just can't help it. Especially when they caught out attention so easily. It is life, it is the world's system.


Blog post by : 

1) Reseachers : Shu Faye, Belle, Amy, Alex & Au Yang.
2) Writers : Amy, Belle & Alex.
3) Editor : Shu Faye & Au Yang.

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