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...

“If you truly love someone, then the only thing you want for them is to be happy... even if it’s not with you”
-- Anonymous

Granted, it's an honourable quote to live by... but sometimes so difficult to follow is it not?

"I still recall every summer night
Like it was yesterday
The time would never end
And my friends were family
Nothing mattered more
Than the loyalty we had
Now i'm a world away from everything we shared

I had something better
Waiting ahead
I try to take control of my heart
I had something better
But i'll tear it down and i'll tape it up
By my own design"
-- Page Avenue

Agh, for lord's sake. It's like deja vu! Playdium today was too hauntingly familiar.

So...

So... talent show was both fabulously good and not so good. The rehearsal went ok... I think every band botched up somewhere during the rehearsal to ensure that the actual show would run well. It's the old thing where you want to get all your mistakes out during the rehearsal so the actual show will run smoothly. But during lunch, through the waiting period and until the end of the... third act, there was SO much energy amongst us. I had Dmitry play Semi-Charmed Life during the last bit of rehearsal/lunch before we had to go to the lab, which got most of us pumped.

Then while we were in the lab, everyone was nervous/excited at the same time I think. When Mr. Campo came in and told us we were starting and told my band (we were first by luck of the draw) to wait in the wing, everyone went nuts as we left the room... and got even crazier when I stopped on the way out to yell "Rock on!" to all the performers in the room. I'm telling you, the energy was just pouring from us when the show started. We went on stage, did our thing (I did backup vocals for all of 5 seconds during our first song) and I don't know what the crowd thought, but I think our band felt really good about our performance. Then we went back, and the energy was still in the room when we got back cause there also a lot of noise made upon our re-entrance. And then talent show proceeded as planned... but the audience I think was dead by the time we finished the third band (or so the Suspects say) and I think the crowed being drained of energy drained the rest of the performers of their energy too. I don't know if it's true that the crowd was dead (we weren't allowed to watch the show) but the performers were definitely drained of energy after the third act. What happened to the energy?!

The bridge is all crumbled
The water soaks into rocks
That fell at the bottom of the road (At the end of the town.)
The town that we lived in
The memories shaken apart
From the weeds that grow

Over the sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,
Sidewalks,
Like the time we thought was made for you.

Out on the front porch,
Watching the cars as they go by (Eighteen blue, twenty one grey)
Looking ahead for the first time that we could drive,
Out on our own,
To speed away

From the sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,
Sidewalks,
Like the time we thought was made for you.

All of the days have passed us by,
All of the sun is gone...
Away

Sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,

Sidewalks,
Running away from the streets we knew,
Sidewalks,
Like the time we thought was made for you
The bridges are crumbled,
The water soaks into rocks
That fell at the bottom of the road.
-- Story Of The Year

... and for the records, we also won U20 Badminton today... but also a side note considering the relative unpopularity of the sport

Bah, too many things going on. Team practices, talent show rehearsals, tournaments, driving tests and stuff. Nothing seems to schedule properly with the other. And on top of that, Team Gunit has returned from gallivanting about London. If you didn't know that, you know now. And if you are Team Gunit and you reading this and did not wish your presence to be known, I apologize profusely.

Breakfast of Champions this morning went well. The food was so good! But it was probably a mistake to have guest speakers after the breakfast. By that time our stomachs were full and we had already gotten up at like 5:30 in the morning just to get to school on time. Needless to say there was a lot of nodding off.

On a side note, 95% mid-term average AND I got accepted to the Queens Concurrent Education program. Bwahahaha!

"WTF...i absolutely cant adjust to this...look Mr Fickle-Weather! If you wana be sunny...so be it! Dont rain...and blow em gusty winds at me...and dont fuckin drop ya temperature too! Some of us are in fuckin singlets and shorts! My nipples and balls are freezin as it is!"
-- adrock2xander

A singlet, for the English english ignorant, is like an undershirt. Usually it's worn in conjunction with something on top (hence the term, undershirt), but it is not uncommon for a British (or Singaporean... my mother was very fond of this term and bought many of its namesake) man to gallivant about the streets dressed in nothing but a singlet and shorts in wake of a recent heatwave (and they have these oh so often in Singapore). In fact, men have been known to cavort about shirt/singlet-less! Of course, this usually only happens on the odd occassion, more often than not to my uncle, who knows no shame... I kid you not.

Ugh, I've half-watched Super-Size Me for 30 seconds and I already feel like puking!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, my morale is not really good at this point. After having a prick for a driving examiner, turned down for a job, and now half-watching this documentary next to me... yeah. But back to the movie... I understand that he's trying to make a point, but like... he's like turning into a martyr. After shooting the documentary, his kidney was like exploding... and it's making me sick.

"So I want you all to go home and make a chart. I want three columns: Bodies, Balls, and Average Balls Per Body"
-- My Economics teacher

It's not as perverted as it sounds.

On a side note, the LEIMUN trip was amazing. Some interesting facts I learned... Mr T. was not lying when he said 1 in 2 Americans are overweight. It is also no joke that nearly the entire population was of Caucasian decent (except for the girl resembling Kay in my conference and Yuki, who was half Japanese, and half Caucasian). It is also not a joke that Marcus kicked a soccer ball into my face and nearly smashed my glasses apart... and yes, it is also not a joke that I was wearing my glasses at the LEIMUN conference. I didn't find the thought of sitting in my highly professional conference and blinking my eyes like I had epilepsy the least bit amusing.