I wish I have a desk. I wish I did. I used to have one. During my school days.
Once I stepped into the alumni batch, my parents thought it fit to disassemble and dismantle my desk.
My heart broke.
I was proud of it. I used to have those Re-Ment miniatures and cute little pencil holders. Then I used to have those colorful notepads and notebooks. I had assorted clear books and those Japanese DIY magazine on the top shelf of my desk.
When my school desk was destroyed, my things were brought outside and packed in garbage bags. I had to go out one night and do some scavenger hunting.
At least, I had one picture of it. Well, I tried looking for it. I can’t find it anywhere. Let me just sob in a corner for two minutes.
When I started to go into cabin crew training up to my first year of flying, I has shifted my amusement for my late great school desk to my bedroom headboard. It had Pop! Figures and photos of myself in large gold-leaf frames. I also had my notebooks and Harry Potter memorabilia. Then, I was also proud of my growing snowglobe collection.
After my first year in flying, I transferred all my stuff to a glass cabinet. I only left my notebooks on my headboard resulting in my current ‘desk’.
So yeah, its a mess.
The box contains assorted art supplies, too many and too much of an assortment to mention.
I miss my old desk. Although, the lack of desk taught me to work with what I have and to maximize my thoughts and ideas.
I guess it was all good in the end. It will still sound good to have a proper desk though.
I don’t know how to cook. But, I love breakfast food. I could eat breakfast all day. (Yeap, take down notes, boys)
I can cook breakfast food. That is because the recipes can be found behind the box of flour or whatever and as long as you make that then whatever you add to it is still acceptable. Breakfast food is very open to interpretation and adaptation.
So, for today, I am tasked by Blogtober to share my favorite recipe. This is the only one that I have mastered (only recently). Let me put on my imaginary chef’s hat and I will teach you how to make scrambled eggs.
SCRAMBLED EGGS, yes, you read right.
Oh but these are not just any kind of scrambled eggs. You can’t physically eat them. But, it will satisfy you nonetheless..
My Lord God Almighty,
Save him. Please. Save him. Please. Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Oh God.
I was so stupid. How should I know? He was just so weak. I was so stupid. I’m sorry.
He was waiting to be bullied. Imagine a person jogging around the park. He would run for two blocks then walk around four then run one block then walk around two then run half a block then drag his feet around six. Then I can hear his heavy breathing from halfway across the park! I mean what was that? I felt like Captain America as I mock him with an “On Your Left” whenever I pass him by.
God, please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Save him.
I am so sorry. How should I know that he was sick? Why would he jog in the first place if he would endanger himself? It’s his fault!
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Its mine. I should not have pushed him. I should have not taunted him to a race. I should not have called him names. Oh God, I am such an ass.
He just heaved and he fell. Then he did not move.
Oh God, save him. Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Just. Save him. I can’t live with myself if he dies. Please. Save him.
Help him. Please. I beg you. Just let him live. I’ll change. I’ll be better. I’ll… I’ll…
Forgive me for sounding redundant. The next challenge for Blogtober is that I share some things that I should have known five years ago.
I was 18 years old five years ago. Looking back, I realized that the girl from five years ago does not exist anymore.
I have learned and experienced so much during the course of five years that it evolved me into the person that I am today.
Those are things that if my 18-year-old knew and experienced during that time then she would be distraught beyond her mind.
So, no. As with the future, I have no to foresee or in this case to undo my past. There is nothing that I would wish to inform my younger self.
There is a reason why and when things happen. I believe that whatever achievement or trial that we experience in whatever point of our life is timed at that moment for a reason.
Sure, I could easily tell my younger self all the preparations and solutions that she should take in the future. I could easily tell her the mistakes that I made and how she should avoid such.
But, I won’t.
I told you. I do not like to know what is about to happen. Where is the fun in that? That is like playing an RPG game while reading it’s complete guide and following it to the last letter. You may achieve happily ever after but the experience would not be as fulfilling as if you figured things out for yourself.
Call it spoiler-phobia if you will.
How about you? What are your thoughts on what to say to your younger self?
What gives me the right to preach? What gives me the authority to say what must be done? What makes me accountable for all that I can advice?
Blogtober Challenge 17 is all about the tips that I could give to new bloggers. It sounds quite unreliable that I, a new blogger, will tell other new bloggers what to do to get better in their craft.
That is the purpose of Struggling To Be A Human Being. I am here to empathize. I know hard it is to start a new blog. I am not here to give tips. I would rather call them personal experiences of mine that works for me.
This question has been asked a million of times. It is in par with the famous glass content question.
16 days has past since the start of Blogtober and, must I say, this is the easiest yet. I can answer this in a heartbeat.
The 16th day is about the topic of uncertainty.
What would you ask your future self?
Halfway through the month and now I am panicking. I learned of the topics of the next few challenges and I am scared as I do not have an answer to most of them. Just like this one…
Who is a blogger that you admire?
Who would have thought that I could continue on my Blogtober Challenge streak? This is considering that I was on layover on Melbourne for the past five days. This meant that I had early morning wake-up calls and late-night arrivals at the hotel. I have to admit that I have written the last two Blogtober Challenges while my eyes were half-closed and my brain half-asleep. Forgive me for its poor execution.
Well, now that I am back in the Philippines, I am alive, alert, awake, and enthusiastic. Yeap, that’s an old nursery rhyme. And yeah, I’m also convincing myself that I have already recovered from the lack of sleep.
For today’s challenge, I was to share about how the name of my blog came to be. This is the story of Struggling To Be A Human Being.
Who would have know that I can survive four days of this blogging challenge. The question for today is “What is left on your bucket list?”
Lucky for me, I just had written an official bucket list of mine a few months ago. I always thought that lists like that and New Year resolutions are something that should not only be put in paper. I had no plans of making any bucket lists. That was before the time that I could see that I will not accomplish anything “bucket list” worthy. My perception started to change when I was already on my first job. Funny how the feeling of working hard, earning money, and providing for the family can change a person. Next that I knew, I had this feeling that I could accomplish anything. I had received this hope that I could actually amount to something. This is my hope of living a life well-spent. So, I decided to write my initial bucket list a few months back. Who knows? I might add some more. I thought that it was about time.