This Fasting Could Not Get Any Faster

Lent is finally over and the Holy Week just passed. For the past season, I have refrained myself from eating meat.
Yes, I am a Christian, a Roman Catholic Christian. I find it disturbing how in description that Catholics are separate from Christians, no matter if it may be Protestant, 7th-day Adventist, or whatever. It is in the name. I am a Christian. Anyway…

So, on religious custom, I am not allowed to eat meat on every Friday during the Lenten season.

I have refrained myself from eating rice fir the past two years except for the cravings that happen once or twice in six months. See, I am a Filipino. Rice to is is like burgers to the Americans or noodles to the Japanese. I have stopped eating rice since I started to work and that is an incredible feat in the opinion of other Filipinos. I was always a bread and potato person so it was not that hard a shift.

Anyway, for Lent, I was required not to eat meat during Fridays. Red meat. Chicken and fish is fine. I thought of the task too easy since the idea of fasting is to experience some discomfort in order to appreciate the sacrifice that the Messiah did for us when he died on the cross. Thus, I decided on a no red meat and chicken diet on Friday.

It was a bit hard since chicken can be found everywhere and not all establishment serve fish or vegetables. Then at home, meat will be served so I could not eat. Still, it was just once a week so it was fine.

Then Holy Week came.
I decided to make things harder for me and have a no meat diet for the whole seven days. I would just have fish, seafood, and vegetables.

That was when things got hard.
I had a working layover to Melbourne, Australia. I arrived there on Palm Sunday and left on Holy Wednesday. I was in Australia, the land of Hungry Jacks, Angus Beef, Lord of the Fries, and all things moo. And I decided to go to a no-meat diet. I was doomed.

To make things short, by the end of the layover, I was hungry, cranky, and cravy (craving actually, I just want to keep the rhyme) for my mom’s home cooking.

Yet, I still have three more days. By Monday, I requested for chicken barbeque for lunch.

It was hard to live without meat. For all those who are following a specific diet (e.g. vegan, gluten-free, paleo, etc.) for religious, personal, health, or whatever reason, I salute you for your discipline and perseverance. Now, leave me as I devour this rib-eye steak.

Blogtober Challenge 19: How To Make Scrambled Eggs

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..

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Blogtober Challenge 13: Why I Love Ben

Ben, for me, is the perfect guy. He is too good to be true. I admit that I was indifferent when I first learned of him. I thought that he was like any other.

Opportunity seemed to have laughed at me when circumstances brought us together. When I first laid my eyes on him, I just knew that he was the one. Ben is perfection for me. If I did not love my home court then I would have left for Ben in a heartbeat.

I was skeptical at first but the further that I got to know him, the further I fell in love.

M&M's World London

London is diverse, colorful, and is available for everyone. Just like a pack of M&M’s.

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Blogtober Challenge 5: Some Things Never Get Old

I promised myself that I will never reveal what I look like while I am in this blog. Struggling To Be A Human Being is aimed to rescue people from indifference and to show as many sides of one’s story as possible. I feel it important to hide my identity because of this.

I could be anyone. I could be the girl that you bullied at school. I could be that hot shot cheerleader. I could be that King/Queen of the Night. I could be one of the jocks? What if I was the one who ate boogers while in class? I could be your crummy boss. I could be that guy you every morning drinking coffee from the machine. I could be the one with the walker crossing the street yet refuses help from the young ones. I could be that notorious womanizer. I could be the one in the park surrounded by a lot of kids/dogs/birds. I could be your subordinate. I could be your senior. I could be your equal. I could be your friend. I could be your enemy. There is a story to each one.

Unlucky for me, the fifth Blogtober challenge compels me to share an old photo of myself.

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