Loaves of bread

    Time goes by fast. You're in kindergarten coloring with crayons, then you blink and your coffin's being lowered down into the ground. It felt like I formed this blog and celebrated my 10th birthday yesterday, but in reality, it's been over 4 years. And that... scares me. I know I'm young but I feel like I've been wasting my limited childhood. Just a few weeks ago, I went to my last day of middle school. And as much as I hated the homework and test stress it came with, I still felt... sad.     Many of my classmates are going to a different high school, my teachers probably aren't going anywhere, and my new school is so close that I don't need the bus. This means that I might never see most of the people in my classes or bus ever again. And while I wasn't super close with anyone at my school, they were all nice to me and it still saddens me that this is the last time I'll see most of them.      The feeling of nostalgia and reminiscing on old times ...

     If you're one of the 10 people that actually reads this blog, then you'll know of my very erratic upload schedule. I'll abandon this blog for months at a time, then suddenly write another blog post before disappearing once more. Now, this is caused by a number of factors, The most obvious one is just plain procrastination and laziness. Why should my bonobo brain spend 15 minutes writing this blog and getting it over with, when it can spend an hours-long, fandom induced binge about Pokémon fangames instead. If there isn't a deadline, my brain isn't getting it done.      I know it's a bad habit and I should kick it to the curb before I enter high school so I don't swamp myself with a ridiculous amount of work and end up making my sleep schedule even worse than it already is. But the thing is, it's not as simple as just telling myself not to procrastinate. You know where I write this blog? My computer, which is a veritable highway to all kinds of distr...

      Thanksgiving isn't a holiday me and my family usually celebrate. Not only are we Asians who don't even have American citizenship, but all our extended family lives on the other side of the globe, and neither us or them wants to spend multiple miserable days flying for a holiday our ancestors didn't celebrate. The one week break from school is nice, but other than that I had nothing to say... until now!     Yesterday, at the time of this blog's publishing, my family began cooking up our first Thanksgiving feast. Frankly, we didn't do much beyond the feast. I don't know what other traditions people do on Thanksgiving, (maybe they just socialize with their extended family, though that's not exactly something we can do)  so I'm just going to be rating the food we ate.     On the table were slices of turkey and beef, bread rolls, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, and sweet potato casserole. You might notice that we didn't have a whole turkey, and...

     I can't remember much about my childhood. Whenever my family brings up the foods we ate, the sights we saw, or the people we met back then, my mind draws a blank. But there is one memory I remember in vivid detail, one which I could never forget no matter what,      You may have heard of the rumor that if you put a seashell up to your ear, you can hear the ocean inside of it. I had too, so when me and my family went to the beach when I was 6, I dug my way through the sand until I found one, gleaming and glistening in the summer sun.      Then, I  held it up to my ear and was awestruck by what I heard. What started out as the simple, yet relaxing sound of tides on a beach. But soon, the sound warped into a ballad of voices, singing like a stream of pure water. It was sorrowful, but enchanting, I couldn't take my ears off of it. I could've sat in the sand, indulging in the hypnotic song, forever. But soon, the sun set, and I had to re...

 So I've been gone for a while. Partly because I've been away on a vacation to Malaysia for 2 months, and partly out of sheer laziness. The trip to Malaysia is worth a few blogs of it's own, but what I wanted to talk about was the nightmare that happened while we were trying to go home. Now, the trip to Malaysia was already unpleasant, what with one plane smelling of piss and me and my family trying (and failing) to sleep, and me vomiting on another, so by the time we made it we were already dreading the flight home. But the trip home managed to be EVEN WORSE.  It started off small, but annoying, with some guy at the Qatar Airport giving us wrong information and forcing us to go through airport security again . And while the flight itself wasn't too bad, the hassle crept back in after the flight when they didn't tag our luggage properly and forced us to carry them around in this big metal cart.  Then, we had to wait in several hour-long lines before we could wait...

       Now, you're probably confused about what I mean by the title, but just think about games like Kahoot. If you don't know what Kahoot is, it is basically a live quiz that you can use a join code to enter.  You'll earn points by answering questions correctly, and the faster you answer them, the more points you earn.      However, most of you may not realize that Kahoot has been updated with more game modes. In one game mode, you and your class are in a submarine, and you have to run away from a giant pink fish, and then you have to press buttons of a garbage disposal, colosseum, and a bathroom sign with lines under it to not die. In another, you have to build a higher tower than the other teams and make sure Donkey Kong doesn't pop in and obscure your vision.     Another thing most of you don't realize is that Kahoot has competition now - the first of which we'll mention is Quizlet. Quizlet has a lot of the same elements as Kahoot, f...