sore Music: I Came to Party (Extended Mix) - Pinay Reading: NothingDay 01 -> Your favourite song
Day 02 -> Your favourite movie
Day 03 -> Your favourite television program
Day 04 -> Your favourite book
Day 05 -> Your favourite quote
Day 06 -> Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 -> A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 -> A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 -> A photo you took
Day 10 -> A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 -> A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 -> Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 -> A fictional book
Day 14 -> A non-fictional book
Day 15 -> A fanfic
Day 16 -> A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 -> An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 -> Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 -> A talent of yours
Let’s MacGyver This Shit
I’m not what you would call a builder. I don’t like to take a piece of wood, a block of clay, a blank canvas, and create something. I simply see the beauty in front of me and try and capture it for my own ends. I prefer to take what’s in front of me and fashion a new, more useful dealy-bop. That is how I approach art and life, in general.
Hence, my MacGyver skills. I love telling this story. I’m sure you’ve heard it. 
A couple of years ago I was camping with my family. It was during the monsoon season in July. So it was muggy, hot and summery, but you could practically smell the rain in the air. Anyways, we unloaded the cars and we were chilling, setting up the tents, stretching out from the long road trip, etc. Then, it started sprinkling. If you know anything about the monsoon season, when it rains, it pours.
By the time we got to the campsite and set up, it was time for bed. So instead of throwing everything back in the cars, we had to figure out a way to keep them on the picnic table nearby. We had a good-sized blue tarp. Of course, no one thought to bring zip ties or bungee cords or anything.
We racked our brains for a bit, getting a little wet in the process. All I saw were the metal loops in the tarp, and I looked down at our hiking boots.
“We’ll use shoelaces!” I yelled. I undid mine, and told everyone else to fork over. Me and my cousin quickly tied down the tarp with my shoelace idea and went to bed.
The next morning, we discovered everything as we left it. Maybe a little wet (since there weren’t any walls around the table), but none the worse for the wear. And definitely not soaked through.
My cousin called me MacGyver for the rest of the weekend, lol.
Even now, when things fall apart, I can make something to hold it together from bobby pins, packing tape, and string. I kinda feel like that quote from Doctor Who’s Time Crash:
“I’m the doctor, I can save the world with a tea kettle and a piece of string and look at me I’m wearing a vegetable!”
In my old closet in Modesto, I had this hanging plastic organizer with five shelves. It was supposed to snap together but it never did because the clothes I put on them were too heavy. I would lean more to the “it’s a cheap plastic piece of crap” explanation myself, lol. Anyways, I used packing tape to hold the pieces in place. Not very MacGyver-y, but most people would simply return the dumb thing and get something else. Not me. I try and make things last, as much as humanly possible.
When I was a kid, I didn’t have a lot of nice necklaces or earrings. So if a connecting ring on a necklace or something fell off, I Frankenstein’d an old necklace and used its loops to hold together the necklace that I was wearing. It was easier to tear apart what I had, rather than tell my mom, who would yell at me for breaking it, even if it wasn’t my fault.
That’s why I never asked for any help or anything growing up. If I wanted to know how to pronounce a word, or spell it, they would say, “Don’t ask me, check a dictionary.” If I were to tell my mom I broke a necklace, she’d turn around and say, “What did you do this time?” I’m old enough and educated enough to never ask my parents silly questions like that anymore. That’s what Google is for. 
At work, we don’t have labels for our hanging folders, so I went and made some using tape and printed numbers. Ghetto fabulous, that’s how we roll, lol. I know that’s not very MacGyver-y, but at least I was fortuitous enough to try and do something about it, instead of going, “uhh, what day does this paperwork go under? There aren’t any numbers on these folders!”
Such is my life, making everything work, one MacGyver skill at a time.
The less that can be said about me, the better.
Well done MacGyver!
Thank you! *bows*