They entered swiftly and in packs- the sounds of their footsteps were muted by the carpeted floors. Dressed in smart attires, the men wore ties and suits, the ladies had strapless black heels with matching tailored skirts that emphasized their sharp silhouettes. 

They were armed with pens and papers and digital 

cameras.Their phones swing wildly on their wrists attached to keychains of a particular kind. All of them had badges on their chests. 

Nobody in the room acknowledged their presences but we didn't have to. Each of us were paying too much attention to our work to be distracted by them. Until there was a flash of piercing white light. One of them had forgotten to switch off the flash function on his cameras and in that moment, six raised heads turned to stare at them. 

They gazed back at us.  

It was a strange moment. Being watched and at the same time, watching them with our quizzical eyes- their expressions mirrored our own. Like an animal in the zoo, the glass walls were our enclosure and the tourists peered at us curiously. The two parties stared to our eyes' content before finally, it was time to go. 

They've seen enough. Shuffling back, they tread softly. With them they have taken our frozen faces captured in their devices for all eternity. Everyone resumed their work. 

Experience in Utown Wrting Unit, Animals in the Glass Room- a short paragraph. 

So I just came back from studying with Cheryl at Utown :D she's right... I'm not resuming my studies back in my room but blogging. Stupid teh-bing is causing insomnia plus it wasn't even nice gaaah and I have an 8am lesson tomorrow (wait I mean today).