Category: Youthlife

  • Why I complain about in life

    Bloganuary writing prompt
    What do you complain about the most?

    There are numerous things in life that I find myself complaining about. Haha, I’m not someone who leans heavily towards positive thinking or is an extreme pessimist. I become most agitated when confronted with a conceited person who engages in a lot of empty talk. Interestingly, I seem to have picked up this habit over time.

    I often find myself pondering why some people can enjoy life from such a young age, while I’m still figuring out how to navigate it. Consequently, I have plenty to complain about. Most of the time, my grievances revolve around life seeming unfair to me. Honestly, I can’t pinpoint what I complain about the most in life.

  • Two thing that make me into a fan girl.

    Bloganuary writing prompt
    What are your favorite sports to watch and play?

    “I am not a football player, but a fan. I love watching football or soccer, although I don’t play it myself. I particularly enjoy watching live matches and passionately supporting my favorite team. The thrill of victory and the disappointment of defeat both resonate with me. Witnessing the victorious smiles and disappointed faces, I find immense joy in supporting these hardworking players. Despite my limited knowledge about the tactics and rules, I am deeply passionate about admiring football or soccer players and am in awe of their team spirit.

    Following football, my enthusiasm extends to volleyball. Despite lacking knowledge about playing the game, I derive great pleasure from watching others play. These two sports have the unique ability to ignite my spirit and turn me into a devoted fan girl.”

  • Winning a lottery is never my cup of tea

    Bloganuary writing prompt
    What would you do if you won the lottery?

    If I were ever to win a lottery, the first action on my agenda would be taking my mom to the hospital and settling our family’s debts. By family debt, I am referring to the loans we’ve taken to fund the education of all four of us, given the unstable income of my parents. This would undeniably be one of the best days of my life, as it would alleviate a significant burden for my family. Subsequently, we could treat our parents to a tour around the country, at the very least. The only caveat is my skepticism about ever winning a lottery, given my historically absent luck in such matters.

  • Who I am is more important than judgement from my appearance

    Maturing swiftly, seemingly unaware of the years passing by, I find myself blessed with yet another year. In my younger years, I held the belief that by my current age, I would have achieved complete independence. However, I now realize this was mere wishful thinking, as my plans were formulated without actively involving God in my prayers and aspirations. I was confident that I could contend with time and attain full independence, allowing my parents to enjoy their lives without concerns.

    Reality has struck hard; instead of bringing stress relief, I find myself weighed down by more worries. My plans and dreams have been inconsistent, often wavering from one idea to another. The pressure from my family adds to the uncertainty, making it challenging to hold onto a clear path. I am currently in pursuit of a job that offers better compensation, working tirelessly with the ultimate goal of reducing the pressure.

    My primary objective is to work diligently, earning more, with the bottom line being a desire for respect from my colleagues. I yearn for them to acknowledge and appreciate me for who I am, rather than forming judgments based on appearances.

  • One quirky eating habit of my family!

    Bloganuary writing prompt
    Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.

    While it might not appear realistic to others, our family has a unique and somewhat whimsical tradition when it comes to our eating habits, particularly with Chicken or duck curry. Regardless of the style or cuisine, my mom consistently reserves the bottom or tail part of the chicken for herself. The gizzard with the intestine is exclusively served to my dad, unless, of course, he’s in the mood to share with the rest of us.

    This tradition holds a special significance for us, and when all the siblings are present, a specific allocation is made. The drumsticks find their way to the two younger sisters, while the wings are designated for my brother and me. The reasoning behind this division remains unclear to me. Perhaps it’s an inadvertent way to ensure that each family member receives a portion of meat in accordance with our age differences, or maybe it’s simply a quirky tradition that has evolved over time.

    Regardless of its origins, I’ve grown accustomed to and, in a way, developed a fondness for this practice. There are moments, however, when I can’t help but envy my dad for consistently enjoying what is arguably the best part of the meal.