Watching on the sides

The 'last day of lessons' ended with a whimper.

We judge how people judge us by judging them.

It's just after midnight and a can of beer with Sprite.
Still dislike the taste. Don't get alcohol. Don't get blackouts either. Perhaps they come in pairs.

"Write down how you think others perceive you" it says on my CV feedback.
What a question. Don't we all want to know?

We shouldn't care. Or at least I think I shouldn't care. And personally I think once you've made up your mind to think a certain way, after careful consideration of everything, you stick to it and don't waste time pondering over it until the next run through of reflections or bout of contradictory evidence. I wonder who reads my blog besides my two felloners <-- I merged fellow and loners together... and they're oxy-morons. K I don't know if they're loners. Neither do I know if I am.

I guess it was a decision not to care too much about being alone that is self-fulfilling.
When you decide that 'you're ok with not hangin' out' with your friends and just heading home to lepak, that's when you push people away. No, not push, more like, encouraging them to find someone else. And it's not because you don't enjoy the company, no I love it, love me friends and all. Just that I'm fine being alone, mostly. Meaning that people will think it more fulfilling, somehow, to spend time with someone else.

Heading to Raja everyday after school, or back to the classroom, by myself. I walk past all the best friends and couples and yeah, plenty of loners too. Problem is I don't know the loners but I know the former two, heh. Which is logical too, I might add.

So I'm bummed yeah, but I'm reminded that life goes on that it applies to the poor children begging of the streets of who-knows-where.