Loaves of bread

      I've lived in Florida for nearly a decade now, and in that time, I've never been to a theme park. Which is a wild thing to say, because Florida's whole thing is theme parks. Thousands of people from across the world flock here like birds in the winter just to visit the mouse's den, or his rival Universal Studios. But this changed when my sister and her friend took me to Universal Studios Orlando.     We arrived at the park bright and early at 9:00 AM, eating a quick breakfast before beelining to the Transformers ride, which only had a 5-minute wait time. Now, I have not watched the source material for any of these rides, so take everything I say with a grain of salt. So, we met with the man himself, Optimus Prime, who told us to be his navigators while he fought some alien robots called the decepticons. Then some government official told us that we were "too inexperienced" and it was a "death mission", but we weren't about to miss out on th...

      It was a pleasant day in the humble town of Pleasantville. Spring had rolled in and heralded the blooming of vibrant flowers, and the chirping of sprite little songbirds. John Doe got up from bed at 7:00 AM sharp, He trudged towards his bathroom, brushing his teeth and taking a brief shower before getting dressed and readying himself to tackle the day ahead. He scarfed down a quick breakfast - a hashbrowns, his favorite - and kissed his wife, Jane, goodbye, before rushing to catch the bus.     He waved to the bus driver, a kindly old woman named Agatha, before settling at the window seat. As he watched the humble homes of Pleasantville fade from view and the bold, bright, buildings of the nearby city draw nearer, he thought about his incoming work day. The team had just finished up a big project, so today they'd be able to take a breather working out the last few bits of paperwork. He was eager for the company party they'd be having on Friday to celebrate ...

    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...