I really love to observe so that I can remember what I see. That’s why I love to learn about different cultures all around the world. From observing what my friends around me, what they’re wearing, what their expressions are like, what they are doing to every single bit of details and flaws on objects, the habit of doing so seems to be addicted.


I observed the table of grades published for the Mid Term Examinations at the school bulletin board during lunch. As I looked at the table, I’ve found that the results of practical assessment in terms of assignments and presentations are so unfair. For me, I only get 8 out of 10 points for Marketing Presentations. Comparing to other students, I only get very average marks as I really tried my very best to complete the works.


I also observed some of my classmates with other students whom I do not know at a school hall for their choir rehearsal today by letting myself sitting alone at a corner of the room. For their choir performance, the song they’re singing is the newly composed school anthem by one of the senior students who is much more talented in music. They were really great at singing during the session but I don’t feel any passion from them for the school itself.


Seeing them gathering together around singing the song somehow makes me feeling even more boundaries in between. This kind of a feeling is just the same as the feelings I had towards my ex-classmates for the last school semester… Am I actually the one who doesn’t belong?


Hung out at nearby McDonalds with my best friend. We bought ourselves fries and chit-chatted for 30 minutes about how suck our life has been at school before going home... How far can I take my own path of life to observe?