Bloop (er)

So let me tell you of my near death experience. It was after cross country today when Hee Soo and I went to Yasmin's aunt's house to go swimming. At first, we sat around, stealing the food there, and then after changing, we finally went to go swimming. I was staring at the pool water for a little and turned around to look at Hee Soo and Yasmin. However, Yasmin had an evil smile on her face and she proceeded to push me into the pool. "Wait! I'm not mentally prepared yet!" were my final words before submerging. It was probably a good ten seconds before Yasmin was forced to jump in to save me. Yup, I was like, drowning. Before you judge me, I haven't swam in about five years! And yeah, I came along because I had strange urges to go swimming again. Anyhow, as a random statement, I didn't see my life flashing before my eyes. Instead, I was just attempting to swim to the surface, which failed to work, and I was thinking, "I wonder how long it's going to take Hee Soo and Yasmin to figure out that I'm going to need help." Heh, but then after that happened, Yasmin dug out all the noodles and water toys out for us.
Oh, and I realized, I have a harder time floating now. I blame cross country. My muscles are too heavy for my fat to allow me to sustain buoyancy or something. Oh, I felt smart saying that sentence! Anyhow, yeah, I can still float a little, but my face is dangerously close to the water and I feel like any disturbance of the water is going to run water up my nose, which is a feeling I would rather experience as little as possible.
Anyhow, time to tell my tale of stupidity. So there was this weird floating thing in the water swishing around. Since I was using just one noodle, water still splashed in my face. I assumed that floating thing was a flotation device, therefore grabbing a hold of it. It was kind of weird, though since it had a lid to it. When I opened and looked into it, it looked empty. I don't really remember anymore, but for a moment, I thought it was a storage device. Without really thinking about it, I put one of Yasmin's little cousin's toy duck in it, when Yasmin started yelling at me to take it out. I thought about asking why, but she seemed like she was going to kill me if I didn't already, so I turned it over to see what looked like soap fall out. Then Hee Soo and Yasmin started to panic because they knew that obviously what I did was dump a bunch of chlorine into the pool. Thanks to the pool net and Hee Soo's diving skills, Yasmin and Hee Soo were able to retrieve the clorine bars (or something, I actually still don't know what it is, I'll just be sure not to touch anything that's floating around in the water that has white stuff in it). I kind of felt like a dimwitted child for a while. I stood (floated) by idly, watching the adults work. It was rather dumb of me to put the rubber duck in the "container" since Yasmin told me before I did so to not to. This is why I get annoyed when people call me smart. No matter who it is or how many times they tell me I'm "smart", it'll never change the fact that I'm such an utter moron sometimes that I can't cover it up by acting wise or getting decent grades. At times like these I wish I could gouge my brain out and give it to science so they can find the cure to retardation. But as that one person from Drum Island (where Chopper is from) said in One Piece, "He strived to heal this island of illness, but there is no medicine that can cure stupidity!"

Deviously Deviant

Due to a certain friend of mine and a random impulse, I made a DeviantART account. In case you don't know, DeviantART is a place where people post pictures and such for commentary. Actually I don't really know. I just always saw my sister go on there when she was in high school to look at what people drew or took (photography). There's flash games on there, too. I don't know what else you do on there though.
Anyhow, what's my account, you say? My username--Revathi, when you get back and when you're reading this, you're going to get a huge kick of of this one: JetpackJenJen
Yup. I wanted to use j-ELLO so I could run around and say 'ELLO to people (yes, how lame am I?), but I was taken! So I thought of my other crazy nickanmes and then Jetpack Jenny came into mind. Heh, I'll probably draw a chibi version of me with a jetpack for my profile picture. Here's a link if you want to visit: [O[3~3].
By the way, that weird looking thing, "O[3~3" is supposed to be a person on a jetpack. O[3 is the person (O=head, [=arms/body, 3=legs), and the ~3 is the steam from the jetpack. Yeah, that was weird. Anyhow, I'm planning to post my first picture in a few minutes. Just to let you know, it's actually 11:55 but when I post this, it'll probably a much earlier time.

I Believe I Can Fly

Today was a much anticipated day, but it didn't turn out to be as exciting as I thought.
At cross country, it was finally the watermelon relay run, and I was pretty upbeat about it. Until I realized this morning that none of my friends were there. It was still pretty fun, though. My team won! I think my team won last year, too. I think. I'm not too sure, I could be thinking about something else. Anyhow, after the epic race, Mr. Wat cut the watermelon and everyone took a slice or two. It was really sweet, so carrying the heavy thing around was worth it, I suppose.
Then, later on in the day, I was going to Emily's house to meet up with some friends I haven't seen in a while. Jennie, Sarah Chiang, Sarah Zhang, Amanda, Susie, Justina, Avi, Timothy, Matt, and obviously, Emily herself. I can't say it was really fun, but I wasn't bored or anything. It was nice to see everyone again--especially those who don't go to the same school as me--and there was lots of laughs exchanged.
Nothing to cheer about, but there's nothing to complain about. It was a rather neutral day, I guess.

Faces of a Face

You know how I said ages ago in a blog post that I'm always contradicting myself? No? Well, I already clarified what I'm going to be talking about. Anyhow, so I believe I found one of my main personality/behavior differences. Most people who know me like to characterize me as "creative", but sometimes I'm just a plain old copycat. I find that whether it be painting or dancing, or maybe some other activity, I'm pretty capable at mimicking the example I am given. I paint "neat" as my teacher would say, I try to get in the details that the picture I'm looking at has. When my teacher is dancing, I watch carefully and try to do exactly as she does. I don't add my little own flair to my paintings, and I don't pop in more attitude in my dancing. I'm just copying. Then again, with my writing, I always have something similar to another idea. Not the entire story, though. But one line could be from an anime I was watching, and I thought it was really insightful, meaningful, or it just sounded cool. In a game I was watching my sister play, one character said, "I don't ask you to forgive me, but I do ask of you to forget me." Don't you think that's just a great, though a bit depressing, line? Anyhow, I might work along it or say something like, "I'm not going to ask you to forgive me, but please, forget me." Wouldn't that border the line of plagiarism, though? Well, yeah, I sometimes steal really interesting lines sometimes if it seems to fit my story, other times I can think of my own lines. This is one I thought of randomly, it's supposed to work with my idea from my other post. "'This is your duty!' (name) yelled, 'Don't go running off to the dark side!' 'Dark side? How can I in this world with no light?' I yelled back." It's pretty lame, but yeah, I liked it. Well, yeah, sometimes I can be a bit creative, other times, I'm just a mirror.

Tee Hee

The Wok-Fu servers are currently down for maintenance, so I'm here to blog some more!
Yesterday night, I had a random burst of inspiration. Unfortunately it has no relation to the current story I'm writing, so I'm putting it aside for a new story. I think the idea came from that one Vocaloid video I was referring to a few blog posts ago. You know, with the mental hospital. Since I believe no one will steal my idea and claim it as their own, I'm going to briefly explain my idea. I don't really know how the idea came to me, I think I was wondering about how people ate if they were in straight jackets, so I got the idea that workers fed the patients. From there I came to the idea of a person working at a mental hospital falling in love with one of the patients. I kind of felt that the story wouldn't work as well if I just made it a one-sided, unrequited love sort of story, so more ideas started popping up in my head.
Here's what I got.
So the girl isn't really insane or in need of being separated and treated away from the rest of the world, to the reader's view anyways. The society is like the ones in Fahrenheit 451 or The Giver. As a quick explanation for those of you who may have not read the two books--which I think you should some point in time--the society is different from our's in the sense where the government limits the citizen's ability to independently think. Well, the society is going to be a bit like that, or so I plan to make it that way. Anyhow, I was thinking about putting in slavery into the story, where one girl openly spoke how she believed that there shouldn't be masters and slaves; everyone should be equal. Of course the government didn't like what she was doing, so they declared publicly that she was mentally ill, therefore putting her into solitary. Then a worker at a mental hospital comes along, just doing his job, when he gets a new patient, which is the girl who spoke of freedom (I've yet to think of names). He finds himself captivated by the strange glimmer in her eyes and her behavior, different from all the other patients who actually weren't mad before either, but they were all slowly driven crazy from solitude. This particular girl, however, seems to keep her cool (only on the outside perhaps) and the worker seems interested by it. As the story progresses, that interest starts to develop into love. He helps her break out and they go off to save the world.
Yeah, I'm not really sure about that last part, it seems a bit too farfetched. I haven't really worked out the details, not to mention my ideas are pretty glitchy all over the place, but it's just a rough idea about what the story may come to be. Anyone interested?

Ring Ring

I was close to stealing Hee Soo's bicycle today. I can hear Hee Soo saying, "Say what?" as she reads this. Well, as an explaination of the situation. Hee Soo rides her bike to cross country to be a good person and be enviornment friendly. But she also has summer school, so she normally puts her bike in the bike rack inside of school. The other people who bike to cross country just leave it at the bike rack near the parking lot, since the coach is kind of guarding it for them. Anyhow, so Hee Soo came to school and found the gate locked, so she obviously couldn't put her bike where she normally does. She puts it with the other cross country people's bikes instead. Since it's Monday, it's a longer run for cross country again. Ew, I was so slow.
Here's the side-story to this blog post. Yesterday, we had Kuntucky Fried Chicken (I'm sorry you vegetarians, but it's good, okay? I want to eat it once in a while) since they had that new grilled chicken thing, and it looked pretty good. So what I ate was one grilled chickenleg, one fried chicken leg, mashed potatoes with gravy, macaroni and cheese, along with a biscuit. Of course I didn't finish all of that in one sitting, so I ate the rest of the mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese for dinner. Not to mention for dessert I had a slice of chocolate chip cake that KFC also offers (I found out one slice, which is one-sixth of the cake, is 300 calories) and ate that. Basically it was a really productive eating day.
Okay, after reading my side-story and realized just how much of a pig I can be sometimes, you probably realized that I doomed myself to be utterly slow today. May I remind you that there was no practice Thursday or Friday, and of course I did not run on my own. The only real physical activity I did was kayaking, but that really just worked my arms. I drifited from my point again, I think I do this too much (no wonder I suck at persuasive essays). Anyhow, back to the main focus. After we came back from our run, the bell rang, and Hee Soo panicked because she thought summer school already started, but since taking her bike would only cause her to be late even further, she asked me to drop her bicycle off at the bike rack when cross country was over. I did just that, but when I first got there, the gate was locked. For a moment, I thought about riding it home, except I already called my mom to pick me up. When my mom finally came, I explained the situation to her. She tried to stuff the bike in, but our car was just too small for it. I asked if I could ride it home, but she demanded that it wasn't safe for me to ride all the way home, especially without a helmet. I told her I could do it, and my mom even made me ride around the parking lot to prove that a person really never forgets how to ride a bike. She finally gave in but told me to check if the gate was still locked. I really wanted to ride home, but I rode to teh front gate anyways. Thanks to my wonderful luck, one of the supervisors just happened to pass by and opened the gate for me. I was so close. If only I didn't ride all the way to the front gate, I could have just rode past it from a distance and kept going. Oh well. Hee Soo would probably have a panic-attack if her bike wasn't there.

I'm Back, Guys!

So I finally come back to Blogger to find that no one else that I'm following has posted anything. Come on, I disappear all the time, but you guys can't, post more! Just kidding. Anyhow, so I've been kind of busy, but not really. It's more like busy playing computer games. So the main reason that I was gone for a long while was World of Kung Fu, or as my sister, Joy, her boyfriend, Matt, and I say it, Wok-Fu (don't judge me just because I'm Chinese!). It's an online game, kind of like Maple Story, Guild Wars, and all those other games. Anyhow, in case you didn't know, I'm absolutely horrible with computers. I can destroy them so fast while trying not to, it's not even funny. Sometimes it's a really bad virus, another time I killed my harddrive, but one way or another, I'm just murdering my computer, and I think my dad is getting tired of always trying to fix it. Then again, I have a tenancy to break other things, too. Anyhow, I just got a new harddrive, so my computer is relatively empty and I didn't have Wok-Fu on my computer anymore. So I downloaded it to find it freezing up on me all the time, so I barely got to actually play. My sister, in frustration, tried to figure out what was wrong with my computer, but failed. But suddenly, my sister came up with the idea of me using her old laptop, which she used to play Wok-Fu on, so it was already on there. We were just like, "Why didn't I think of it sooner!" So for the last few days, I've just been playing Wok-Fu practically all day, me on my sister's old laptop, and Joy on her new one. There hasn't been cross country on since Wednesday, either, so I'm not exhausted when I come home and just sleep all the time. I've almost done with my math homework, too, though. My sister's been very generous when I work on my homework and when I get to play Wok-Fu with her and Matt. I'm supposedly finishing up on it right now. I am, but I stop to type this blog post once in a while though. I don't like leaving my blog all alone for too long. It makes me feel like I might just never come back, causing this blog to join my pile of diaries and journals that I started, but they're all blank after the first few pages. Anyhow, yeah. I also needed record another thing.
Today was a pretty busy day if you ask me. First, I had to wake up around 7:30AM, get ready, and I set off to Yasmin's house. For what, you may ask? Kayaking. Obviously, I'm not kayaking at her house, but her dad was going to drive us to the beach, since he's cool like that. So the kayaking group consisted of Yasmin, her cousin, Catherine (Katherine?), Diana, and I'm there, too, of course. I got at her house around 8:15, I think, but Diana was running late. When we were driving to the beach, it was nearly 9:00, which was the time everything was supposedly to start, but we ended up standing around, waiting for other people. The instructor all started off explaining a few things to us like the map and where we are going to go. It was an interesting experience. I went on the same kayak as Diana, Yasmin went with Catherine. It took me a long while to handle paddling, but I think I'm doing pretty okay. Except there were a few times where I totally threw the boat off course and we nearly hit the yachts dock. The instructor saw Diana and I crash, so he started lecturing us. For some reason, he kind of annoyed me. It's not that he's mean or anything. He's just teaching us after all, but for some reason, the things he says just kind of bothers me. And he always seem to be there when we're doing bad! Like, we were all paddling, Diana and I. We were doing really good, even though we were kind of behind because we were the last few to leave the Wetlands (a place where you can only go into when it's hightide, because it's really shallow. You could even feel the clay with your hand and stuff). Then Yasmin's kayak appeared out of nowhere, but Diana, being the crazy person she is, threw a chunk of the clay she took at her boat. Then our boat turned a bit, so it was heading for Yasmin's boat. Diana and I were trying to divert from danger, but ended up bumping into them. Of course, the instructor just had to be there and said, "What, you girls still can't go straight? Show me how to move the kayak straight!" Then yeah, we started paddling away from them, since the instructor seemed to bother Diana, too. Anyhow, the day was overly- all. I want to go kayaking again soon. On a Sunday, next time, though, because today, the instructor was telling us to go faster and such, when we just wanted to chill. On Saturdays it's this orientation thing, where the instructor tells you how things work, and all that stuff, then you follow him everywhere. Plus, I, for one, was a little rushed, because I had art class at 2PM, and the kayaking thing ended at 1. I just went directly from Yasmin's house to my art class. My shorts were still wet from kayaking when I got back home at 4! It was nice to change into dry pants, though. Just saying. Ugh, but my arms ache, and my back for some reason. I think I did something crazy and forgot about it. Well, hopefully I won't be dying tomorrow when I wake up! Hopefully . . .

Everything and Nothing

This might seem like a love poem, which I guess it could be, but I just thought of it randomly with a little inspiration from Kuroshitsuji (Yes, Hee Soo, I'm reading it).

"Everything and Nothing"
No matter where you are,
You are my everything.
But why is it that I feel
When you aren't here with me
That I'm not anything to you?
I'm nothing.

We're making promises
To be together
Forever
When we don't even know how long
Forever will be.

We can laugh and smile,
Because these tears tickle
As they trickle their way
Down our cheeks
And off our faces.
They're beautiful,
These beads of jade.

Ah, the footsteps,
They fall
So close.
Hush.
Don't breath,
Don't speak,
Don't listen,
Don't look.
Don't you cry,
I'll protect you
This final time.

There is no forever
If you're gone,
If you die.
So please,
Stay alive,
For just a while longer.

So quiet now.
Be silent,
Don't make a single sound.
Remember that last time
We smiled and laughed together,
Because that tear,
It tickles,
As it travels down your face.
But please,
Wipe your tears from your eyes
So I can gaze into their beauty
For this last time.

There is no forever
If you are gone,
If you die.
So please,
Stay alive,
For several years to come.

As long as you continue to live,
Forever will remain with you.
Continue to be happy for me,
And continue on living.
This sadness is only temporary,
But you'll find my existence unnecessary.
So go on,
Live.
Be happy.

Because you are everything
And I am nothing.

Highlighters are Bright

So before I forget, which would be in Hee Soo's favor, I'm going to blog about the highlight of my day. Heh. Well, I was at cross country, as usual, we did the tempo run on the wet and muddy grass. Not fun. I was running with Hee Soo and Patricia, though, at a decent pace. I thought I heard the whistle signaling group C to stop running already, but it seemed really distant that I thought I was imagining things. And so I kept running, as did Patricia and Hee Soo. When we finished, we realized that we ran with group B, which was three minutes more, so we ran twelve minutes instead of nine. Good thing we didn't make that kind of mistake on the distant runs. I know I'd be doomed. Yesterday we usually run more than we usually do, since it was a Monday, and group C had to run four miles. I seriously just died after the run. My face was probably all pink and I was actually sweating (I have a sort of sweating problem, so I'm unable to sweat very easily, even if I work really hard) a lot. Group B had to run six miles! If I accidentally ran into their group, I honestly don't think I'd be here typing this blog post. Anyhow, the tempo run was not the high point of my day--even though it just started. So I was stretching next to Hee Soo and we were talking about Vocaloid. We have been a lot, ever since we started discussing about Anime Expo costume ideas, although we are not sure if we're even going to be going. Anyhow, I was saying how I watched a really violently cute video of Vocaloid, like quite a few of them are. I'd write the title, but I don't want to encourage people watching it. Let's just say there's a mental hospital, a chainsaw, and people. Continuing on with what I was saying earlier, I was singing this one part of the song over and over, which was driving Hee Soo crazy. Then we went onto which part we thought was the scariest. She thought it was the part where Meiko used the chainsaw to, um. Anyhow, she was explaining to me how Meiko is the crazy character who is commonly the murder in the videos. Right when she said, "the murderer", the coach, Mr. Wat, was walking by and he stopped to stare at Hee Soo. It was hilarious if you asked me. Mr. Wat's expression was almost as if he was trying to say, "You would know those kinds of people." Hee Soo shifted her eyes and looked away in awkward embarrassment. Mr. Wat shook his head jokingly and walked away. I wonder what he was thinking. It's not like he knew what we were talking about, so maybe he thinks we're killers. Probably not. I think he heard the first part, where Hee Soo was saying, "She's usually the murderer," so might think we're just talking about some television show, or something. That's what I would probably think if someone I was passing by mentioned something about a murderer. Well, anyhow, yeah, I thought it was pretty funny, but I guess you really have to be there to actually think that it's humorous. Heh, although Hee Soo didn't think so at the moment.

What Happened?

Well, I totally don't remember what's been happening in the last few days, so I'll have a hard time summing it up.
There was Friday and we were playing Foccer in cross country again. I managed to not trip. I just go rammed into by Yasmin several times, but it's all good. No bruises, no cuts, which means no bleeding internally or externally. If you ask me, it was a pretty successful day.
I went home after going to the weight room, took a shower, went on the computer for a bit. It was around 11 o' clock when I decided to sleep for a little while. I didn't see it coming, my mom yelling at me to wake up. At 3 o'clock. I had another potluck to go to, this time with Revathi, Diana, Yasmin, Hee Soo, and, Pooja. A small group of people who I had to make sandwiches for! So once again I had the duty of making sandwiches. Once I was done, I had a few moments to mess around and then I had to bustle over to Friendship Park, which only took me a few minutes to walk to from my house. It was pretty fun. Pooja brough yummy pasta, Hee Soo brought soda and leftover chips (from her sister's party apparently), Diana brought chips, Yasmin brought cookies and some random french bread that smelled really good, and Revathi brought the plasticwear. The food was good. Once again, though, my sandwiches had leftovers. I don't think I mentioned this in the blog post about the other potluck, but apparently everyone ate before coming and was too full to finish my sandwiches. I ended up eating a bunch of it and near the end of it, a few people took one. Anyhow, we just sat around, talking for a while, then Revathi and I kept stealing Hee Soo's bike--which she used to ride over to the park--to ride around the park. It was fun. I haven't ridden a bike in several years. I was really shaky at first, but then I got the hang of it again, and I was glad that you never really forget how to ride a bike. We sat down like civilized people again to talk, eat food randomly, then at some point, Yasmin stole Hee Soo's bike, Diana and Revathi ran off to go on the swings, and other crazy stuff was happening. During all this time, a bunch of pictures was being taken. It was nice how we actually got pictures of all of us hanging out. Most of the time, Diana and Revathi just hide from the camera, so there aren't ever any decent pictures to post on Facebook or anything. Of course all the other people on Facebook (especially the people including Jennie, Emily, Timothy, Avi, and Kyle) post millions of pictures of every time they go out and play.
On Saturday, I just went to art class. I saw Julia, of course. We talked a bit during break. It was pleasant to have someone to talk to for once. As I believe I've said before, during break, I normally just sit there, on some days I get up for a drink of water, but other than that, my butt is on the chair.
Today, Sunday, I didn't accomplish much. I did clean a big chuck of my room, I'm so proud of myself! Oh, and during the course of the week, I've slowly been progressing on my math homework. My sister says that I have until Friday to make up all the work I should have done while she was in China--in the end, I never finished it--or else she'll start charging me money for each late day. My family is crazy, my sister keeps telling me, "do your math homework!", my mom tells me a few minutes later, "clean your room!", and my dad just appears out of nowhere to steal my chips (jokingly. He always steals my food.) when he can get his own from the bag. I can't do my math homework and clean my room at the same time, guys! I could try, I did try, I failed. In the end, I gave up and starting playing games on my computer. Since I cleaned a part of my room, I guess I'll spend tomorrow doing some math homework instead. That way I can sort of keep the two of them happy. Oh, and my dad should just get his own chips.

IM ANNOYED

I'm going to write a short, informal blog post today, instant messaging (IM--by the way, I put "IM" in my title without a apostrophe on purpose) style, meaning, I'm putting in emotion faces.
I'm annoyed at how easily I get annoyed. >:| Sometimes I'm pretty nice, patient, caring, and willing to listen to people talk about their problems. During that time, I'm usually relatively happy-go-lucky and hyper. Other times--most of the time--however, I'm in a mood that can be described with, "You shove me, I'll shove back, hoping there's a cliff behind you for you to fall off of, spiraling you to your doom awaiting in the painfully sharp rocks below." Yea-ah. That pretty much sums up how I feel a lot. > >;; I sometimes think I'm bipolar, but maybe I'm just very moody. I'm not too sure what's the difference between the two. :| Anyhow. I'd go into specific times when I felt like that, but there are just too many for me to want to think about. D: Whether it be friends, family, random strangers doing something I don't approve of, there's always a time where I'm just extremely annoyed at one of them. I disappoint myself.

Zoom Zoom Zoom (Toyata? commercial)

As always, I've been sleeping, as well as being lazy, a lot, so as time zoomed past me, I failed to blog about my day, so I'll be posting about yesterday and today. Well yesterday, Diana, Revathi, and I all went over to Yasmin's house--since it's unfair to always make her go to the opposite side of town to see us while we just sit around waiting for her--to just hang out together. It was pretty fun. My mom had to give both Revathi and Diana a lift to Yasmin's house, so we all got there at once. At first, we were just lying around in Yasmin's room, talking a bit, then her mom bought pizza from Costco. They're pizza is delicious and all, but I only ate one slice (and a half because Revathi ate one half then forced the other half upon me) because I had lunch before I went to her house, which coincidentally happened to be pizza as well. It took us a while to eat the pizza and such, then Yasmin brought out a "special dessert" which turned out to be flan. It was pretty good, although I expected it to be sweeter, since I've only had the unhealthier kind a few times before. After we were done stuffing our faces, we set out to a park near Yasmin's house where there's this huge hill that took forever to climb. I was all trying to race Yasmin to the top but I died halfway. When we all got to the top, we were wandering around in circles, trying to a find a decent spot to sit, but we ended up sitting under the sun's rays near the freeway. When we settled down, we started the main event of the day, playing "I have never...". It was fun and all, even though some of our "I have never"s was pretty lame, but that doesn't really matter as long as you have fun, right? I think Yasmin won, but I didn't really pay attention to that. There was also this one guy named Sebastian or something who is apparently everywhere where Yasmin is, so he's like some creepy stalker in her eyes. Yasmin was all freaking out even after her left the park. Stalkers are so creepy and annoying. They need a life, seriously. I don't get stalkers. If they like someone, don't they know that they're slowly making the person they like hate them by stalking? It makes a really bad impression. Anyhow, when we were about to leave, Diana was all pointing out how this couple was all making out, so she yelled out, "Ew, people making out!" and kind of ran away. I don't think they heard her, though, because she turned back and said, "Ew, they're still making out!" She's crazy. On the walk back, Diana and Revathi all had to use the restroom really bad, so they were all trying to power walk back to Yasmin's house. Thankfully Yasmin and I thought to go to the bathroom before leaving the house. We didn't really do much when we were back at Yasmin's house. Yasmin randomly challenged me to Guitar Hero and I failed horribly. Then Revathi's mom came and I hitched a ride home with her. So that was basically the end of that day.
Today, nothing much happened, but the time trials for cross country was today. I thought I did decently well, since I ran at a pretty constant pace. Except when I got my time, it was like 18:50 or some time around that, I think. That's pretty bad for a two mile run. That's over a nine minute per mile average. I probably ran the first mile in eight minutes, slowed down a little from fatigue, and ran around ten minutes the last mile. I was hoping I'd do better, but I think I got around twenty minutes last year, so it's an improvement?

Nory's Song

I'm posting a lot today. Anyhow, while I was putting up the lyrics, I was randomly reminded of a poem I recently made. I think it's pretty good. It's based on the main character, who is obviously Nory, in my story, Daemon's Children, though.
"Nory's Song"

I'd spread my wings, but they're full of holes, just like my heart.

I wish I was free
Enough to fly,
Or at least to be able to spread my wings,
Before yearning for the sky.
The wind is as gentle as it is vicious.
It brushes the leaves,
Only to whip it at my face.
And I realized that leaving the nest
Was more frightening
Then I imagined.
I perched on the edge curiously,
Only to be shoved roughly.
When suddenly I realized
I was falling.
Panic opened my wings,
But efforts remained efforts,
And no results were made.
Then I landed
On your comforting palm
That you held out
Especially for me.
I wondered why you saved me
And why you went out of your way
To put me under your wing.
You nursed me,
You loved me,
And yet in my eyes
You were as mysterious
As I,
An ugly duckling among the swans,
The black sheep among the herd.
I'll remember forever
That day where you held out your hand
Just for me.
What is this feeling
That stirs in my heart.
I was cured of more than just
Weakness and fear.
You placed me back on that
Looming branch
With you hands spread out below me.
I spread my wings,
Because there was no longer a crowd.
I jumped,
Because your push was more gentle.
I flew,
Because you loved me.
And I'll remember forever
That day where you held out your hand
Just for me.

*I drew that picture randomly when I couldn't sleep at night. It's one of my ideas for Nory's look. On the cheek is supposedly a tattoo, but I failed at coming up with a design, so it's just an outline.

If I Talk to God

I really like the song, "If I Talk to God" by The Last Goodnight. And if you guessed, "and now she's going to post the lyrics," you are correct! Just as a side note, to you religious people, or maybe even non-religious, if you find that this song is offending, I don't mean to be. Well, I'm speaking for myself, it's not like I wrote the lyrics. Except they did remind me of a time that whenever I was in a desperate situation I'd "talk or pray to God", but to other people, it just looked like I was talking to myself again. Of course, my prayers are hardly ever answered. I guess in a religious person's eyes, it's because I'm not a true believer. It is pretty selfish of me to only pray when I just want to save myself from a bad situation, but I guess it could be a desperate reflex. It isn't like I'm completely against God's existence, even though I'm technically an atheist. I'd accept His presence if someone gave me some kind of proof or show me a miracle that occurred (not what they heard from a myth, but something that happened to them) that can't be explained besides it being God's work. Isn't there a word for a person who doesn't deny God's existence but doesn't really believe in Him either?
Anyhow, back to the lyrics as promised:
You're so fragile, I know,
Some things we cannot control.
I am so selfish, it shows,
I just can't let go.
Tell me three little lies,
Everything is alright.
It tears me all up inside.
If I talk to God,
I don't know if He's listening
When I speak out loud.
I don't know if He's home.
I'm talking to myself,
'Cause no one else is listening.
Stay another day
And will it all go wrong?
If I talk to God.
I hate the words that I said,
They lay so still in my head.
I hope I never regret
If I just let go.
Goodbye to time well spent,
I've got nothing to defend,
And is this really the end?
If I talk to God,
I don't know if He's listening
When I speak out loud.
I don't know if He's home.
I'm talking to myself,
'Cause no one else is listening.
Stay another day
And will it all go wrong?
If I talk to God.
And you can feel me when you fall,
When your backs against the wall,
And you know this town we live up in
Is the loneliest of all.
And you can feel me when you're down,
And when your world turns upside down,
I know this place we're living in
Is the loneliest of all.
If I talk to God,
I don't know if He's listening
When I speak out loud.
I don't know if He's home.
I'm talking to myself,
'Cause no one else is listening.
Stay another day
And will it all go wrong?
If I talk to God.
I will be the colors in the rain,
When you're lying up and wide awake.
Hold on, hold on, I will for you.
I will be the truth inside you lies,
When you close your eyes at night,
I will, I will, hold on, for you.

News Flash

Well apparently my Cbox hasn't been working all this time. Hee Soo finally told me yesterday night, and I was like, "Seriously?" I realized after an hour that I overlooked the "Unlock" and "Lock" option. That was really sad and a waste of time. Well, I was talking to Diana a moment ago and she was telling me how she was planning to inform me about my Cbox but kept forgetting about it.
Well, another thing I recently found out that Julia's name is actually not spelled "Joolia". She just did that on Facebook so people wouldn't find her easily or something like that. It worked for when I was looking for her, but when the July 3rd pictures of me and the other from the pot luck, I just friended everyone tagged, including Julia. Since I'm talking about Julia again, I'll take this chance to rant about how at cross country we both discovered that we're just like twins.
So firstly, we're Asian, yay. She's half mainland and Taiwanese--and all Taiwanese demand that they're completely different from mainlanders--so we're both "Chinese". We both have extremely nerdy older sisters. We love English and we're both creative writers. We like art, heck, we're in the same art class. We agree that we just don't mix with math and science. I think we found other similarities between us, but they don't really come into mind at the moment. For the last news flash, I learned that Julia isn't going to Cerritos High next year. Instead she's going to some private school because her parents think she'll get better grades there, I think. I'm so sad. I finally find my long-lost twin, then I realize I'm not even going to be seeing her much anymore.

Days Come and Go

I like it how Blogger, no matter how long it takes, it'll say the date and time you started typing you're post. I didn't even finish my last post just a moment ago, three days later then the date indicates. Oh well. Well, I've been tempted to type several little entries so I'm going to cramp them all in here.

Blogging, Blogging, Delete
I write a lot of blog entries, despite what my readers may or may not think, but in the end, I wind up deleting them. I don't post it, I just go to "Edit posts" and I delete my drafts. For some reason, I feel huge urges to post about something, then later I feel like there's really no point to them. Like I wanted to say something really important, but nothing comes out of my throw but vomit. It's an eyesore, and thus, I clean it up. Except, it's not like this post has any particular purpose either, though.

It's a Song Apparently
I just realized that those little words under that big picture on my blog is part of a song. I figured it was something like that, though. I imagined the song to be a little bit, how do I saw this, faster? I don't really like the song, it's too mellow for my liking, but I like the lyrics, so I decided to post them.
"Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton:
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven
Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please
Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

One Trust
"One Trust" is actually a song title by The Last Goodnight. Lately, all I can listen to are songs by The Last Goodnight, but I really like they're songs. It's a pity they only have one CD. A CD which I happen to have in my possession right now. Yes! Well, it's not really mine. It's Michelle's. Since she's a fan of them, too, and she just loved their songs so much, she just had to buy the CD. Michelle, the kind person she is, is lending it to me for the moment. I'm glad she trusts me to take care of her little treasure, even though I'm pretty clumsy. Once, a friend of mine got me a bracelet. It was so pretty and I wore it daily. Then one day, at my locker, somehow when I was reaching to get my stuff, the bracelet got hold of the corner of the locker door and yanked apart. It was devastating really. I had it for maybe a week. This is actually why I don't really like to wear accessories besides a watch on a daily basis. I normally wear a necklace or something once in a while on a special day. Other than that, I leave them in the safety of my jewelry box. Anyhow, back to the point of my blog post! So I was watching "One Piece" as always. Then it comes to the episode where Luffy's brother, Ace, appears, and I was like, "Oh yeah! He has a brother!" Well, his nakama (team, friends, "family", it has a lot of meanings you can interpret it as) apparently didn't know either. Then I realized that the crew doesn't really know much about each other, about they're pasts and all. Despite that fact, they are the best of friends. This may be a really slow update for me, but it doesn't matter if you know ever fact about your friends for them to be your friend. What Luffy and the others have, though, is the title of this blog post. Trust. They trust each other with their lives at stake. They believe that they'll pull through to save themselves and each other. Friends are no different. Sure, it's pretty important about what's occured in you're friends' pasts. They're the person they are because of what's happened to them. Except friendship, in the end, is just not friendship if you can't trust each other. If you aren't able to tell each other the truth, if you aren't able to confide with one another, and if you aren't able to trust them with your life.

Saturday Surprise
I found out that Julia's name (Michelle and Susan's friend from Tezlaff) is actually spelled Joolia. I also discovered that her last name is Ip. She certainly has an interesting name. Most importantly, I found out she's in my art class. It was Independance Day, Fourth of July, and guess which class doesn't know the definition of a national holiday? My art class at Quest. Well, it's not like I had any plans. I went to art class and entered the room when a girl turned around to see who entered the room. I stared and stared, thinking, "Isn't that Joolia?" Apparently she processed the shock faster then I did, and she greeted me with a pleasant, "Oh my gosh, hi Jenny!" along with a hug. It seems that she started art class three weeks ago, at the start of summer, just like I did last year. Anyhow, I just found my encounterment was significant. It's not everyday where you go to a potluck with some friends, then the next day you find out for the first time that one of your friends have been in your class for the past three weeks. Art class is just once a week, mind you. So it's technically for the past three classes. It's not like you can blame me for not noticing, though. Art class isn't like a normal classroom where you have an assigned seat and the teacher takes attendance. You come in when you come in and you sit where the teachers tell you to sit. The class gets fairly crowded and once you're ushered off into your seat, you get working. Whether or not you look around and talk to people depends on you, though you'll get scolded by the teachers occasionally. Me, being a well-behaved student (and having no courage to talk to anyone) I tend to glue myself to my seat for the two hours. I sometimes get up to get a quick drink from the water fountain at break, but other than that, I'm just focusing on my work. Since it was a holiday, practically everyone ditched class except people like me and Joolia, we gained the oppurtunity to meet.

Yeah, that's it. Just four, realtively short posts.

Without a Shred of Doubt

So today, I woke up at 12PM to make sandwiches. Nice way to start off a day and a blog post! Anyhow, so Susan, a friend of Michelle's that I became friends with in Biology class, randomly invited me to go to a pot luck after cross country this one time. There would be a bunch of people from Tezlaff who I don't really know, but I was just like, sure, why not? So since it was a pot luck, obviously, I had to bring food, but Susan didn't do a great job at organizing and seeing who was going to bring what, so I just made sandwiches. The little get together was at Heritage Park at 2PM, so I just chewed on one of the sandwiches I made while watching some great anime. "One Piece" is awesome, I love it. I used to keep up with it, but then I stopped randomly, and now I'm starting up again from the very beginning. There's like 400 episodes, though, so far. I wonder what's taking so long for it to end, but I just love "One Piece", I'd be so sad if it ended. A lot of animes that I watch end at the 12th episode, so it's nice for one that I watch is really long. "Bleach" is pretty long, too, but I think it's going to end soon.
Stepping away from my little anime rant and back to my day, I was wandering around Heritage like a lost puppy. Susan told me it'd be near the baseball field, but there were so many people sitting in groups and such that I wasn't too sure where they were. I called Susan's cell phone, but one of the Tezlaff people I don't know, I think it was Jee Soo or Michelle (not the one I know), picked up and was attempting to help me get there. Apparently it was easier to just tell them where I was then where they were. Since I was standing near the baseball field alone, the group of people there stood up and waved to me. When I got there, there was a bunch of mats spread out under a tree, and I realized that most of the people already came but just off doing errands like filling up the water guns or water balloons. Susan and Julia, another person I know from cross country, got out of a car and was carrying buckets of water balloons. After everyone gathered up, I had to ask Michelle (Pang) for everyone's name. I don't know anyone's last name, but the people who gathered together were Michelle (Pang), Susan, Julia, Abraham, Young, Ian, Jee Soo, Michelle, Heidi, Allyson, Amanda, Edward, Joshua, and Shawn. It was pretty fun. We first had to eat because Michelle (Pang) was dying from hunger since she didn't eat lunch. Then we had an epic balloon fight where we all ganged up on Susan, and she was just like, "Why me?" She ran crazy fast and everyone just chased after her. She was totally soaked afterwards. I managed to stay pretty dry, but then Allyson and Julia decided I was too dry. After running around like crazy people, they finally got me wet. Then people set up the little volleyball net that Michelle (Pang) brought, while Susan, Julia, Allyson, and I ran over to Allyson's house, which was really close by, to make more water balloons. When we came back, everyone was either sitting on the laid out mats or playing volleyball. Since we came back with the real fun, we started it off with a water balloon toss. You know, where you toss the water balloon back and forth between two partners to see if they'll drop/break it or not. After that, we armed ourselves with the water balloons and water guns again to go out to war. It was soaked more this time, but that just means it was more fun for me. Occasionally throughout the day, I'd go on a little "break" from the festivity and eat a brownie or two. Amanda made them and they are so good! She left around 4PM, though, because of a basketball game and left them for us to eat. I brought them home with me since no one else wanted to, and because they were just that good. Enough about the food, the day has not yet finished. Well, Joshua actually didn't come until around 4PM--apparently he was out eating with his family or something--and everyone decided to take pictures in remembrance of the day. At first, everyone was being crazy and wanted us to make a pyramid, but that wasn't very successful. After a few crazy shots of us jumping in the air and just scrunched together in a group, a bunch of people started to leave. It came down to a small group of people, me, Michelle (Pang), Michelle, Susan, Julia, Jee Soo, Shawn, Joshua, and Edward. We played this weird Rock-Paper-Scissors Truth-or-Dare game where the loser has to do a Truth-or-Dare. Edward lost the first time, so we made him propose to Shawn and kiss his hand. It was pretty hilarious, yet kind of sad since it was embarrassing for them to do that in public. Well, we played that game again a few times, Michelle had to choose one guy amongst the group who she'd prefer the most to marry, Joshua had to call Susan's stalker and tell him to back off. I managed to stay in the safe zone, so I didn't have to do anything, just laugh and be amused at what everyone else was doing. Later we just went in a circle doing truths and such. My truth wasn't very interesting. To me that is. They just asked if I was a guy, which girl in the group I'd choose to go out with. Automatically I pointed to Michelle. Everyone was like, "Really?" for a moment, but then I explained how I've known her since kindergarten and everyone immediately understood. Then we just sat around talking, but it was maingly just Joshua talking. I used to think he was a bit annoying when we had P.E. together, but today, I thought he was really interesting to listen to. It wasn't like he was hogging up all the talking, but it was kind of like he was the entertainer and we were the audience. Once in a while, we'd have our moment to talk, exchanging interesting comments, then it'd turn back to Joshua. It's not like he's just talking to fill up the silence either. I really don't like people who just can't appreciate a moment of silence. Some people just feel the need to always be talking or making someone else to talk a lot. It wasn't like that with that group. The day was relaxed, but still fun. I had just met a lot of these people, and yet I didn't feel uncomfortable around them. I assume that these are just the kind of people Michelle is drawn to. I still remember a particular conversation I had with her. I was telling her how there was a lot of other people I knew from elementary school at Carmenita and I hung out with them. Michelle said something along the lines of how I was lucky and that she had to make new friends among people from other schools at Tezlaff. But I had no doubt that the people Michelle chose as friends are great people. Now I know, after meeting a good amount of them, that they seem to be just that, wonderful people. I hope I'll be able to become closer friends with them gradually.