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January 29, 2018

My Ignite Week CYO Narrative

Filed under: Story,Uncategorized —Tagged , — Andy N @ 4:13 pm

During the process of this Ignite Week, I got to experience and do many things that I wouldn’t have done otherwise. For example, I got to read a bunch of intriguing choose your own adventure books, and actually managed to finish one. We got to see past projects, and base our stories off them. The application I used was called “Twine”, which I had used before, but nothing to this scale. In this one short week, I got to creating an fun, compelling universe, all in the form of a story. I think the hardest parts were finishing all the storylines, since they branched off often, and it was hard to not overcomplicate things. But, in the end, it was all very fun.

December 13, 2017

My Project Consume Final Film: wrapper.

Filed under: Uncategorized —Tagged , — Andy N @ 3:13 pm

In Project Consume, I have learned a lot more about the environment. Entering this project, I had no idea what the three lenses of sustainability or the sustainability triangle were. I learned a lot more about the direct impacts of humans on the environments, and vice versa. I also leaned how money can influence people to harm the environment, and how the need for money is some of the only reasons people hurt their surroundings. I learned of the supply chain, of capitalism, and how big companies are shaping the world in different ways. I visited a plastic factory, and learned firsthand how plastics are made and packaged. Finally, I took everything I learned, and shaped it into a three minute long animation. That video is what you see below.




November 15, 2016

Giver memory pain

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Giver Response

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December 11, 2015

The Honey Collector

Filed under: Global Issues,Story —Tagged , , — Andy N @ 11:42 am


The logger’s chainsaw ran slower and spun to a halt. “Rrgh!” he dropped the chainsaw on the messy undergrowth and gave it a swift kick. This only worsened the problem, and the chainsaw started smoking. He looked onto the horizon, and heard bunches of forest animals calling out to each other. He sighed and breathed in a deep breath of jungle air. If the boss finds out I only got two logs AND broke my chainsaw, I’ll surely get punished! “Work, you stupid chainsaw!” he pleaded. This logger was so focused on getting his chainsaw to work; he didn’t notice the dark figure silently but rapidly advancing towards him.

In blind fury, the logger seized the chainsaw and started chipping away at the nearest tree. “Come on, I’ve got to – Argh!” the logger, a large, muscular man, now sunk to his knees, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the dark, sharp needle embedded in his throat…



“Ihh! I can’t get this dumb tree sap to stretch! Rin, can you pass me that stick there?” I asked. Then I noticed the logger mumbling for me to stop yammering. “Oh, hi, did I wake you up? Sorry, I’m just making my newest invention. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Maw-bee, named after a famous Nukak. Of course you wouldn’t know who the Nukak are, you’re a logger my dad recently captured, aren’t you? Well, the Nukak are a tribe of people who live deep in the Amazon rainforest, between the Guaviare and the Inírida rivers, in case you didn’t know. And guess what? I’m a part of the Nukak! Every one here is –” I stopped when I noticed my friend Rin-ta glaring daggers at me.

“Honestly, why do you even keep this dirty brat in your house anyway? And why do you keep talking to him?” Rin-ta demanded. “He’s a LOGGER, and loggers have no heart, no respect for the environment. Plus I hate loggers, you know why…”

“Rin, he can still listen to us, and he can help me with my inventions!” I sighed and continued talking to the logger. “That was my friend, Rin-ta, but I call her Rin. She hates loggers, because her mom and dad were both killed by angry loggers.” I paused briefly when the logger mumbled something about a “raise.” “Look, I don’t CARE what your boss says; he’s a mindless forest hater. And why are you rambling on and on about this “money” stuff? Do you use it for trading? And–”

“Some attention here, too…” Rin stabbed a knife into the table to get my attention.

“Seriously, Rin, I’m just chatting to him here. All right, I added the final touch to my invention. All right, let’s go hunting!” I dashed out of the room before she even had time to dislodge the knife embedded in the table.




It seems now that logger has become Maw-bee’s best friend. I sighed and looked around the dark gloomy hut. Maw-bee banged on the door and told me, “Hurry up, already!”

“Coming!” I grabbed my knives and my hunting spear.

“Oh, yeah, don’t forget my airhorn thingy!” Maw-bee yelled through the leafy door.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I grabbed his little contraption off of its stool and ran out the door. When I got out, Maw-bee was looking at me expectantly, tapping his foot.

“Come on!” he cried and ran off into the jungle. I sighed again and ran after him. The jungle was humid today, and I could hear monkey calls in the distance. Good.

“Apparently someone caught a sacred white-tailed deer yesterday,” Maw-bee announced to me.

“What?!” I looked at him with a shocked face.

“Probably wasn’t looking, maybe thought it was a capybara. Plus, the guy over to the left of your hammock is making me a new piranha tooth spear, because he caught a whole batch of piranhas with his net, and said that he could share the loot to make spears, and my one is sorta cracked.” He showed me the tip of his spear, and sure enough, a long, jagged crack ran across the side.

“Really, what DO you do with your spears? Mine is in tip-top shape. Also, my blowgun darts are tipped with the special paralyzing poison that your dad makes, the one that he used to capture that logger guy. I bet your ones are just the average mildly poisonous kind, the kind that everyone uses.” I stuck my tongue out at him, and he made a face and nudged me with his fist.

“Well, I bet your berry plant is much smaller than mine,” he defended. “I use the special kind of fertilizer that my mom makes.”

“Ha, you think that — ” I broke off. Maw-bee looked at my gaping face and followed to the direction I was looking to. Then I thought that his jaw dropped all the way down to his chest. But I couldn’t blame him. Up on a tree was the biggest hornet’s nest I’ve seen since we moved to this jungle, and it was so full of honey that it was overflowing at the sides. But…

“Hey, Maw-bee, do you really think that you can reach that nest?” I observed the tree uncertainty. “It looks seriously high, and I don’t think even Nun-bu could survive that fall.”

“Pfft! Don’t be a scardey cat, Rin! I’ve climbed lots of trees for honey before. How is this one any different? Plus, look how much honey we could get!” he exclaimed.

“The only difference is that this tree was TWENTY log widths higher than the other ones you’ve climbed! The worst falls those shorter trees could give you is a broken leg! I don’t even want to consider what would happen if you fell from this one – Hey, Maw-bee! Come back!” But he was already on the first branch, with all his stuff in a pile on the ground. I sighed. That stubborn Maw-bee is such a risk taker! I just hope he doesn’t fall… if he does, I won’t be able to help!



The trussed up logger sighed. He breathed in the stale air of the hut and grumbled out of annoyance. He was getting tuckered out of looking at a bunch of wood and closets of wacky inventions. Whatever that energetic boy with the wild hair and that auburn girl with the knives were doing must be more fun that sitting tied up in a noxious hut. What on earth WERE they doing? He wouldn’t call it a date, because normally they didn’t involve weapons.

I sure wonder what those young’uns are doing. They’re still young, young like Collin. I really hope they don’t end up like him. Sure, he hated these “Nukak” people, but he still had a heart, and just the thought of Collin made the logger’s eyes tear up…


“Lookin’ good, Rin! These vines look sturdy. I’m just going to use them to pull myself up… Ungh! The vines stop now!” I grabbed on to the rough hide of the tree. “I’m going to have to just use the bark! Hey, the nest is only about thirty logs away!”

An ominous buzz that I ignored started growing more boisterous. I looked up and saw a cloud of black and yellow descend towards me. “Rin, the hornets are starting to close in! I’m gonna light the torch to put the hornets to sleep!” I reached towards my tiny pouch made of a few leaves and pulled out a large stick and some flint and steel. I lit the torch and the hornets started growing more placid. A few fell out of the air and onto me. I grimaced and kept climbing. “All right! I’m up to the nest!” I called down to Rin. “I’m cutting the stem now! Got it! Now I just need to shimmy down – OW! WOOOOOAAAAH!” The next thing I knew, I was plunging down the tree. The pain in my leg was nothing compared to the tidal waves of fear crashing around inside me. “HELP, RIN!” My voice elevated to a scream. “AAAAAHHHHH! I DON’T WANNA DIE! AAAAAWhat?!”

I hit a huge branch, and the momentum threw me off the edge. Before I fell down again, I grabbed hold of the smallest, thinnest twig on that branch. But with the nest clutched in one hand. I couldn’t pull myself up. Even if I dropped the nest, I wasn’t sure if I could climb up without the twig snapping.


“I’m coming, Maw-bee!” I scrambled madly to the base of the tree. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I thought it was going to burst out. I knew it! That stupid Maw-bee got stung by a hornet and fell off the tree! If only that branch wasn’t there, then — then — I didn’t even want to consider the alternative! Maw-bee was hanging on to a single, incredibly thin branch, with the torch in his mouth to keep the hornets from stinging the hand that was grabbing on to the branch. And with the other hand, that stubborn Maw-bee was still clutching the heavy nest. Even from the bottom I could already see the branch cracking. I needed to do something, and fast!

I took out my spear and prepared to throw it to Maw-bee so he could use it to climb back up to a sturdier branch. I aimed closely. If I missed, it could cost his very life. I hoisted my arm back… and a sudden burst of pain erupted from my back and ran up my left arm.

Something warm and sticky ran down my back. I gritted my teeth and turned around. What I saw almost gave me a heart attack. A full-grown jaguar was right behind me, and this particular one looked especially hungry.

I glanced up and saw the branch Maw-bee was holding slooooowly cracking. I defeated the muscly barrier with my spear, but MORE came out of the bushes to avenge it!

Maybe if I defeat the leader, the rest of the pack will retreat! I located the biggest, most muscular jaguar and furled my last knife as hard as I could at it, hitting it square between its eyes. But instead of retreating, this seemed to infuriate the remaining ones ever more. No! There has to be a way! Meanwhile, Maw-bee seemed to be trying to tell me something. He kept pointing at my bag with his foot. What?

There was nothing in my bag except for a few nuts, his airhorn thingy—the airhorn thingy? YES! THE AIRHORN THINGY!!! I pulled it out of his back, took out the horn contraption and blew into the hole as hard as I could. The most horrifying sound I’d ever heard emitted from it. I almost dropped the tiny contraption, but managed to hold on. And NOW the jaguars squealed and ran like little kittens with their tail between their legs. Then, without hesitation, I took my spear and threw it at Maw-bee, just as the branch finally gave out and he plummeted down.

I screamed and looked helplessly as Maw-bee fell down the tree. But, somehow, miraculously, he caught the spear in MIDAIR and stabbed it into the tree, slowing his fall. He stopped two logs above the ground. He ripped the spear out of the tree and dropped to the ground. Then I tackled him in a warm hug.

“I thought I lost you!” Tears started pouring out of my eyes. No matter how annoying he could be, I just couldn’t stand the thought of him gone forever. He was my friend, and friends should stick together. He’s still here, and that’s good.

The mushiness only lasted for two seconds, though, and then I pushed him away and walloped him in the stomach.

“Yow! What was that for?!” he rubbed his red tummy.

“Don’t you DARE do anything that dangerous EVER AGAIN, you got it?” and flicked his shoulder. I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

“How are you? Are you alright?” I asked him, examining his sting.

“How am I?! You’re entire back is bleeding dry, and you’re asking ME how I am?!” He helped me up.

“Well, that’s what friends are for, isn’t it?” I asked him.

“Heh, you sure you’re feeling alright?” he joked, only to receive a slug to the shoulder.

“Ow! Okay, you’re normal, you’re normal!” he rubbed his collarbone. “Come on. We’d better get you to a healer, and quick.”

But once we got to the healer’s hut, everyone was darting around in a blind panic. The limp silhouette of the tribe chief lay unmoving on the hut’s cold floor.

“What? What happened?” Maw-bee asked a crying woman.

Little did we know that those words that came out of her mouth would haunt us for the rest of our lives.



The logger should have been comfortable lying on a pile of puffy leaves. Yet, even as he was deep in his slumber, he still tossed and turned as the nightmares haunted him once again…

“Collin! Get behind me! Collin? COLLIN! NO!”

October 26, 2015

Taming the Monster of the Park

Filed under: Narrative —Tagged , — Andy N @ 10:40 am

Fifty meters in the air, strapped to a huge circular machine, looking down, I started to wonder if this was a good idea. Too late. MUCH too late.

Let’s rewind a bit. It all started on the afternoon of a sunny day, the kind that’s so hot, it evaporates your sweat. I seriously felt like I needed a cold drink. I was riding a cable car in an amusement park named Ocean Park. I was at a breathtaking height, and you could observe all the rides in the entire park. I was with my mom, my brother, and my dad. My mom used to love rides, the lion tamer of rides, but now she doesn’t really like to ride. My dad still likes to ride, unlike my mom, but he hates rides that spin around, he says they make him feel like snails and dancing on his brain. My brother is as enthusiastic to riding rides, but he is afraid of rides that go really fast, the kind that makes you feel like someone is squeezing your stomach. We were all squashed on a tiny cable car, thinking nothing interesting was going to happen…

Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream rang out loud and clear, tunneling it’s way into my ear and doing jumping jacks in my skull. I snapped around, eyes darting to the direction of the scream. Man, did my ears hurt. A tall, peaceful-looking pole stood higher than everything else. Then it seemed like a whole part of the pole fell off, and hurtled towards the ground like a person stranded in the desert for a week at a McDonald’s. It looked absolutely terrifying. Not peaceful, I decided. I wondered who in their right mind would ever ride that mechanical monstrosity. I looked at the big orange words imprinted onto a board on the top of the ride. The Abyss, hmm? The ride actually looked as if it were challenging me to ride it. You want it that way? Well, two can play at this game. I decided I was going to tame this monster, even though the rational part of my mind was screaming “NOOOOOOOOOO!” But I ignored that little voice, for the better or for the worse…

“Hey, can I check out The Abyss?” I asked my dad. I looked at him expectantly.

“Why not?” my dad asked. “As long as it’s not a ride that spins. You know that I hate those.”

“Yeah! Thanks!” I ran to the entrance of the Abyss and measured myself. Yes! I could carry out my master plan! I stood outside the entrance of The Abyss and peered down the opening. I shuddered. There sure was a good reason they named it “Abyss”. The dark entrance resembled a monster’s gaping mouth. I walked straight in, along with my dad and my little brother. We walked through the steel teeth, into the stomach, and waited in the… intestine? Uggh, gross. It sure was like that. It was dark, not to mention smelly.

The line seemed to go on forever, even though the neon sign said it was only five minutes. My brother darted between us, nervously pacing around. Then he took his first good look at what the ride actually does to someone.

“I don’t wanna ride it! It looks way too scary. Can you ride it first and tell me if it’s a little bit scary, or really really scary, ok?”

“Dude! Really, it’s ok. Come on!”

“Do I have to? It’s really scary!”

He ran out of the line, but after a moment came back. Then a scream uncanny to the one we heard on the cable car blasted into the air. My brother looked at the Abyss, and cried

“No way! Only if you go first!”

And without further ado, he darted out of the line and sprinted out the exit.

“Hey, Alex! Come back! Alex!”

I sighed as my little brother ran out of sight. The flow of people started to move, and I kept going. The director measured me, and then let me in. I nervously ran to one of the red, plastic seats and sat down. I pulled down my safety harness and buckled the seat belt. There was a loud “WOOOOP” as the director pressed the button, and The Abyss started to rise. There was no turning back now. I could’ve turned back like Alex, but now, it was too late. MUCH too late.

We picked up momentum as we soared upwards, and I stuck my fingers in my ears as we crashed on the metal plate on the top. If I didn’t plug my ears, I think I would’ve gone deaf. I felt a bit scared, knowing that I was going to fall from such a high height. I stared out on Ocean Park, looking at every little detail. Why didn’t we fall yet? Are they just teasing us? Did the ride malfunction? I thought. Even the chirping sparrows seemed to tweet with anticipation. I stared out to the sea, looking at how majestically-

WHOOOOOOOOOSH! We started zooming down so quick; I thought my eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets. Apparently my body wanted to leave my heart and my stomach at the top to do more sightseeing. Eyes popping, brain spinning, we zoomed down like a Wild West cowboy’s bullet. Then, just as abruptly, the ride stopped, the rose back to the top. I quickly reunited with my organs, and we dropped back down again. The ride halted, then slowly moved back to the ground.

As we got off The Abyss, lots of thoughts clouded my head. Mostly, though, was I DID IT!!!! The ride was, if anything, scarier than I imagined. But, I had conquered my goal I had since I first came to Ocean Park. I had ridden The Abyss!! My brother was looking expectantly at me.

“Was it scary?” he asked.

“Ohh, yeah. You can not imagine what it’s like.”

September 24, 2015

Are Leaders Born?

Filed under: Argument,Global Issues —Tagged , , , — Andy N @ 8:55 am

I strongly disagree that a leader is born, not developed over time.

Firstly, all the people in the world are born with the same amount of knowledge. For example, Abraham Lincoln and an old beggar down the street were both born the same, not knowing anything at all. It’s what someone does after they’re born.

Secondly, how is somebody born a leader? They could be born with higher IQ, more physical strength, but in the end, people are mostly the same. Most people think a true leader has to be smart and charismatic. But I think there are different kinds of “good” leaders. For example, a leader could be a handicapped old woman, or a muscular man. I think just having a chance will give you more charisma.

Finally, most leaders were first at a lower level, and then earned the leadership status by earning the trust of the other people. For example, lots of the CEOs in big companies were once people like message translators or even just someone who are in the lowest of the company.

Therefore, I strongly disagree that a leader is born, not developed over time. ANYBODY can be a leader.

(Disclaimer: This incredibly awesome blog has only been written in the context of studying a book entitled A Long Walk to Water about the 21-year civil war in Sudan and the refugee crisis that accompanied it.)

September 1, 2015

Where I’m From

Filed under: Poetry —Tagged , — Andy N @ 2:29 pm

I am from my warm cozy bed,
My favorite stuffed animals lying there,
Peering out from their fort of blankets and pillows,
Peering at me play.

I am from Badminton,
The crazy, insane, match.
The swift strong swings,
As if a demon has possessed my body.

I am from video games,
The sound of gunfire,
The training of majestic creatures,
The hard fought battles.

I am from my table,
With it’s haphazard mess.

I am from shelves and shelves of books,
Pages so delicate,
But I am drawn, absorbed to them,
As if powered by a black hole,
Sucking me in whenever I come near.

I am from my pet turtle,
With a mouth like a vacuum cleaner,
And an appetite like none other.

I am from my favorite foods,
Chicken nuggets,
Brownies, and Shirley temples,
With tastes so luscious and delightful
That it ought to be worshipped.

I am from my amazingly imaginative mind,
Making stories,
With creatures that we would never see,
Like living socks and pterodactyls.
And drawings!
Creating awesome, amazing things,
Born of pencil.

I am from my caring family,
My loving mom, my helpful dad,
My endearingly annoying little brother.

I am from my dreams of becoming a zoologist,
The wild sounds of hollering animals,
Observing magnificent creatures.

I am from the sound of Jt Machinima’s raps,
The crazy music,
Blaring out of the headphones.


All these things combined,
Like a wizard’s potion,
A mad scientist’s formula,
Or even a curse,
Boiling and churning in a spell factory,
Forms the very essence of me.

Where am I from?

I’m from all of the above,
That’s where I’m from.





August 4, 2015

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