Alright, I confess, my guilty pleasure is to watch a disgusting amount of unhealthy, reality TV shows. True, I already watch enough shows, as my eyesight proves, but I’m being honest with myself. Whilst maintaining the remains of my integrity, my mind started to churn in the special way that it does and ideas overwhelmed me, but one stuck out like Polaris: Host a TV show. It’s bloody brilliant! Why didn’t I think of this idea sooner? I would have been Beiber famous! Perhaps not. You may wonder how I came up with this idea, or you already know me well enough to understand that you really don’t, or you just don’t care.

Nomads. The life of a nomad is nothing short of a stimulating adventure. I like to think that I live a nomadic life. These past three years, I have lived in 6 different places, that’s cool I guess. Some may debate that this is “military brat” status, but  let’s face it, nomads are cooler and far better liked. A normal nomad, I would think would have lived in 20+ places in the time span of three years. Oh well, what can I do… I am but a mere student, tis the hard knock life.

This month has been a thrilling experience living in Philadelphia. I have gotten in touch with my inner thug self, managed to pepper spray on an elevator door (and not in my eyes), and shockingly have not gotten lost… yet. So I got to thinking, with my spontaneous tendencies, and my nomadic-wannabe self, I came up with the brilliant idea to start my own TV show. Granted, it could end up to be a hot mess, but then again, who doesn’t like a hot mess of a show? I am head over heels in lust with Adam from Man V. Food, and need I say more about my love for food? By now, you all should know about my sickening relationship with edible goodness, and if not… well that’s a story for another day. I have thought about travelling cross the US and eating at all the places that Adam has done, but of course, the show would be in a girl’s perspective. But then I thought that lacked originality. So I settled to doing that in my own spare time. Now I have concluded that I want to have a travelling show, but not based on drooling delectables, but on activities. The proposed plan would be to travel each continent, subcontinent, and every little country, and attempt to do the most dangerous activity they have to offer. How riveting. I’d like to think my lack of balance alone would be the highlight of the show(s) but who knows.

When I came back from New Zealand, I brought over two golden items: DVDs of me bungeeing and skydiving. Whenever I watch those discs, I can’t help but to laugh at myself, repeatedly. There are times when I am utterly amazed at myself for saying half the things I say and do. I think, why didn’t anyone tell me to be quite or to just man up. I suppose if they were laughing, I was glad to be their entertainment for the small amount of time I was exposed to them.

If it was a show of just doing the most dangerous activities, it wouldn’t satisfy me enough. Sure, the audience may enjoy it (?) but there would be no food to see and we all know how that is my number 1 priority in life. To stir up the pot a bit, I would add “to gorge on exotic eateries” (like Anthony Bourdain) to the activities. So what if I spew frog legs whilst bungee-jumping… It’s what the audience wants… perhaps. The problem these days is that all the eating-travelling shows are all hosted by men. Where are the woman hostesses? I’d like to partake in that change. As Gandi once said, “be the change you wish to see in the world.” Amen brother… I mean, tathāstu. Sure men have a big appetite and are not in much of a danger when travelling alone, but I can do that… Plus, if a show ever did happen, I would have crewmen to help aid in protection, but I’d like to think that I wouldn’t need their help. I think Beyonce’s half time performance showed men who runs the world. [Woo Ravens!]

I can just picture it now, a show titled Play Date With Fate, hosted by … which name do you reckon I use? I could use my known name of “Abby” or I could use “Shan” as well… as my professor once asked, “is Abby your alias? Like Bruce Wayne is to Batman?”

Top ten things that would be incorporated into the show:

1. Play Date With Fate
2. Each continent/subcontinent = a season
3. mode of transportation? A battered Volkswagon Van, for character.
4. Toilets? Bush it.
5. Food? Fruit, berries, dirt? Let it be a Fear Factor menu…
6. Bed? The van.
7. Daily Cleansing? Body Odor is God’s given perfume.
8. Funding? I’ll bake.
9. Entertainment? Truth or Dare.
10. Smiles and Laughs all around.

Just the thought of producing/hosting a show is giving me an aching to drop out of uni and just leave on a jet plan. But then I think, better not. Once you start, you cannot stop. If you do pause for a second, (like I did), the waiting process to save up and continue is the biggest tease in the Weber definition of teases.

As a child, I was a crazy, rebellious little girl. I had a lot of energy and liked to play with fate. I fancied climbing on dressers, jumping from monkey bars to another, wandering around a parking lot in the early morning, and the list goes on. My mom probably has had her share of heart attacks while raising me. Thanks ma! So I pose a question to you: do you know what you were born to do?

I have wondered about this question on and off and my answers have vacillated to its extremity. What do I know now? I know what I am born to do.