Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room; well I'm here with you...

Went to TCMS to pick up report and provide assitance with Yearbook. The teachers were never in a better mood. Ergh, came out in the early afternoon and fuond that some damn kid had stolen my bike. Stupid kid has no life. I'll bet he had his own perfectly good bike... just stole for the sake of stealing. Damn, there goes all means of transportation for me as well as working towards paying for a new bike.

Ugh, my bro needs to get a life. He finished his HP book in two days. That takes serious reading. No wonder he's got bags under his eyes.

MMVAs were good, if a smidge long. I mean, the pre-MMVA countdown started at like 12:00 NOON, and it "counted down" the actual hours until 7:30 where the redcarpet arrivals and stuff took over until 9:00, and that's when the actual awards started. And the actual MMVA went from 9:00PM - 11:00PM so yeah. an 11 hour Music Music Video Award Program. Anyone who sat from noon on Sunday to 1 AM in Monday morning really needs to get a life. Haha. Honestly though. Like for the MMVAs, do they REALLY expect the public to sit at the TV starting at 12 noon until 11 in the evening. That's like more than half the amount of time Canadians are supposed to spend in front of a screen for a week. But it was a good award show overall. I'm sure every award given out had some people who agreed that it was given to the right group/artist and some people who disagreed but what can you do.

In other news... there is no other news cause nothing's happened as of yet for the summer.

I honestly think I flunked that exam. It was like as soon as I walked through that door my entire constitution broke down or something. My fingers were shaking so bad I hit wrong notes in the easiest places. And then I could barely breathe. I thought I had had a sudden attack of asthma or something. I think I got the examiner concerned. Like I said, I can't play stuff under pressure unless I am absoutely certain of what I'm doing and it's easy. Pah, I'll probably have a to end up redoing that exam, meaning my dad will have a bone to pick with me.

I need a part time hobby or something I can do over the summer besides writing another chapter of my autobiography. I probably need to get out and do stuff more but pah, most of my friends don't live a "walking distance" away. Walking distance being relative of cousre cause everything's within walking distance if you have enough time to walk. Not to mention that we all seem to have trouble coordinating times when who's busy and who's free. I'm free all summer except for camp weeks. Which reminds me. Elaine if you get around to reading this (unlikely case), Mr. B wants us at Somerset next Wednesday morning. It's like camp counselor coordination day or something.

I am feeling extremely stressed over this piano exam right now. I don't know why my mother insisted on putting it around June.

Well, end of the school year, and what would be the end of exams if not for the fact that I have a piano exam on Friday, which really kinda sucks... unless I take E.C.'s suggestion and walk into the examination room completely... erhm, never mind.

Anyways, in retrospect, I must admit that this year's been an absolute blast for me personally. I got to know a great deal people that I didn't know personally last year, and yeah, not to mention that I was part of more school events. It's easy to see that when you become more involved in something, inevitably, you have more fun and you get more out of it. Badminton team for example. Last year I was sorta sitting back just attending the practices and getting paired up in the end with a guy I didn't know. I had a lot of fun last year, but I sorta let things happen. This year, after Steven Ting left and Arthur kinda didn't show up for 3/4 of the practices, I sorta decided to know every member of the team and to keep in close discussion with Mr. T. And that of course, comes with its benefits cause then people get to know you and stuff. And in the end, Mr. T allowed me to pick my own category and partner (actually, she was the one who did all the negotiation work but still), and it was great.

So yeah, end of year rant. Much thanks to these exceptionally special people at TCMS for making this year a blast: D.S., E.C., T.S., G.W., R.L., H.A., as well as those outside of TCMS: D.L., D.K.Y.L., O.R., L.S., K.A., A.Q.

Oh good, I found it.

Ugh, I can't find the color code location of this light-purply color background in the html code.

A tennis ball thrown by none other than E.C. somehow made its way to my groin after the supposed catcher moved out of the way at the last second. DAMN, that's the most painful thing I've felt since the last time I hit my groin last summer with a badminton racquet. This one was arguably more painful cause she just HAD to add top spin to it, making the force of impact all the harder. God, I think I was on the ground for like 3 minutes.

On a lighter note, I won the fitness award! Haha, but seriously, I worked so hard for that, so I'm glad for these short term benefits that keep me on track for the long term benefits. Congrats to E.C. and T.S. for getting the senior fitness awards.

What a retarted nutcase. Shoulda known it was my alter ego.

DAMMIT! What is wrong with this person. Case in point, the exact same person I was ranting about in my example within my last post concerning hint dropping. Look, I'm sure you feel very smart, remaining anonymous and calling yourself "al anon" and all the crap. But you know what? I don't really care that you know me in real life and I don't care that I know you in return (although I probably don't know you as a too great of a friend). If I don't who you are, then you damn well should not be judging me. "life aint bout techies, its about feeling and emotion, not numbers know wut im gettin at?" First of all, what makes you even think that I don't have feelings of emotions. Sure I might be a little technical at times, but my life doesn't revolve around techies in as much as it doesn't revolve around numbers. Get this. I hate math and I can't stand working with numbers greater than 50. Maybe I keep my emotions bottled up insides sometimes, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel them. If you don't know me, then don't judge cause I know the person who I actually directing my comment to understood it on a level that you don't and probably never will.

Grr, that's another rant of mine that I just threw out cause it bugged the living crap out of me.

Ok, I'm going to try to make a point here. Actually, chances are that it doesn't apply to anyone who reads this blog but still, I want to make a point... I AM NOT PSYCHIC. I never was psychic, I never will be psychic... unless some unforeseen catastrophe happens and I get struck by lightening and the electric particles somehow rearrange my DNA to include psychic abilities. My point remains. Hinting to a certain degree does work, although I don't like it. If I can pick up on it, great, if I can't, then you haven't made yourself clear enough. Case in point, the following message someone who knows me, but remains anonymous quotes "o and jon i think u forgot something very important but i guess its too late now isnt it?" Like HONESTLY. Am I supposed to just magically read your mind and know what the heck you're talking about without further details? You don't to be BLATANTLY obvious with what you tell me, but at least make it humanly possible to deciper.

I think this weekend's been sufficiently amazing considering how little's been going on in my life for these past few weeks. Of course, this means that I'm now doing all my homework I didn't have a chance to do all weekend but oh well, it was fun, both the prom, and Dave's movie thing.

The prom in itself was quite good. Erhm, Todd screamed out my name whilst I was on the piano, which was most likely the cause of my impromptu pause in playing. haha. I can't play under pressure, although I should really learn. It's ok I guess if it's intrinstically easy, like playing the bass to Pink or something, but Pachelbel isn't easy.

Dinner was funny, everyone ended up leaving the table on one excuse or another and some other stuff happened. Picutures were kinda crazy. As soon as one camera flashed, everyone else wanted a picture so we all ended up posing the exact same way for 8 or some odd cameras.

Erhm, dance was alright. Slow dance was slow... fast dance was pretty damn hilarious. haha, I ended up walking in and out of the room in searching for something to do.

After prom, I think I'd make a highly efficient piano teacher.

Ergh, saw Matrix Reloaded on Saturday with David and the guys from the neighborhood. Well, having not seen the first one, I had a somewhat harder time understanding what the heck was going on. It wasn't as terribly bad as some people have told me and it wasn't as terribly good as some people have told me. I'll admit that the "let's make out everytime nobody's around us" kinda thing was somewhat irrelevant but oh well.