Mental & Cake

Life is like a mental race, maybe that's the way we grow up as we amble along this long race. It's been a long & stiff week for everyone here.

Everyone seemed to be affected inwardly by the weather, with concluding exams coming up... Seniors were all zombie-fied. Literally the whole 2nd floor was nothing but silence and stillness. Lethargy stuck, afternoon naps used to be a boon for me, but once I doze off on my humble bed; hibernation takes place. There goes my time to study, epic failure.

Genetics & Heredity for Biology seemed to be repetitively dull and lame but at the same time, less brain straining. Positive knowledge input. Had our last lesson of Informatics, spent 10 minutes just to take my attendance and off we're free to spread our wings for the afternoon. So my friends and I decided to celebrate Areena's birthday.

We had a delicious chocolate cheese cake, rather last minute without candles but never mind :) the cake was a bliss. We were 'attacked' by this deranged old lady who scolded us for being too noisy in the cafe.

How absurd is that? Among all the youngsters and other Russian citizens indulging themselves in their conversation, she chose to shoot us? Factor: The Birthday cake! >.<

She blasted us the last time as we left the cafe "If you guys want to talk, go to the field!" in Russian. We gave her a glare and retorted in our heads to show no insubordination to an old citizen.

I  was thinking, maybe she's just an old, lonely, crazy lady desperately waiting for her date in the cafe but eventually he doesn't want to show up and simultaneously jealousy enraged as she saw a pack of youngsters spending their youth with joy and laughter :]

Go get a life old lady and finally... Happy Birthday Areena!