For I Don’t Know What’s Going On
It’s Friday afternoon, I sat down in the most corner of our room –bringing with me my precious notebook and my so lovely pen. I have nothing to do within two hours so I’ve decided to relax and write poems, stories and blogs. At the meantime, I know this would be a great way to compile my thoughts and ideas.
Everyone was so busy doing their own stuffs. I have seen some; talking, laughing, playing, watching “movies”, doing the “parol”, roaming around the room and etc. While I was so busy writing a poem for those who got their hearts broken. I don’t know what’s going on around me; I don’t know what my classmates were talking about. The only thing I know was that I’m reminiscing the moments and the pain I’ve felt three months ago… After several minutes, I’m done writing the poem that I’ve wanted to dedicate to all broken hearts out there. And when I’m done writing it, I stood up and walked out of the room. While I’m walking, I have observed some of my classmates were crying and some were mad. And I can feel the commotion inside the room.
I was shock and can’t believe that in just a short span of time, everything changed. Their mood definitely changed –from so importunate to so emotional. And I don’t know what the reason is; I don’t know who the cause is. I asked the people whom I bumped into on what’s going on in our classroom but instead of answering me –they asked me back with another question. I’m really confused, all I know was –the room was filled with so much sadness and madness. Even though how much I wanted to know what’s going on, I tried my best to shut my mouth and just observed my surroundings. For I don’t know what’s going on.