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 . . .