Loaves of bread

      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 th

     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 return to the monotony of daily life.  

 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, four questions, speed-base

     If you're reading this post, chances are you've been to school before. Now, usually you'd worry about if you got your homework done, or if you got a good grade on the recent test. But in recent years, we've had to worry if the current school day is going to be our last.      Currently, I'm in middle school, the awkward in-between stage between elementary and high school, which means I thankfully don't have to worry as much about an attack on my school, at least not until I get into high school. But even despite that, the looming threat of a shooter at my school puts me on edge. The idea that it could start out like any other normal day,  with nothing hinting that anything unusual would happen... and it could all end in tragedy.       If I was still living in the United Kingdom, I wouldn't be worrying about this. I was just cast it away as a one-in-a-million occurrence that would almost never happen to me. But I don't live in the UK anymore. I live i

     The internet is stuffed to the brim with many unanswerable questions. Is water wet? Does pineapple belong on pizza? Should you pour milk, or cereal first? Today, I, some anonymous writer on the internet, will throw my opinion into the ring and deliver my answers to these unanswerable questions.      So first off, do I pour milk or cereal first? Now, I may be in the minority with this, but I pour milk first. Not because I think it's better or anything, but because its just a habit I have. I don't even see why it matters, to be honest. Cereal firsters claim that pouring cereal first keeps the cereal crunchy for longer, but hosing the cereal down with milk is gonna make it soggy just as quickly as dropping it in a milky swimming pool.  All in all, I just don't really see the point with this debate.      Next off, I believe that pineapple on pizza, is fine. I wouldn't order it if it was on the menu, but I'd eat it if it was there. Plenty of savory things have been