happy birthday to me: mission accomplished!

days before this one, i had a chance to learn something new over a chit-chat.
"have you ever tried eating by yourself?"
a question that rung my head since. wanting to know the facts straight.
an a-ha moment paved a way for a social experiment.

and so i thought, "what better way to do this on my twenty-fifth year!"
... skipped a day at work to do this "social experiment".

i dubbed this study as "indie style".
definition: a day when one could do things he has never done before. rooted from the word, independent, the objective of this activity is to carry out a day's event by himself. working at his own terms and pace.

specific tasks: get a haircut. catch a flick. enjoy a meal. (sounds simple, right?!?)


(yes, i know. these are not proof enough. but ohwell, these would do!)

reaction: excited, at first. why? 'cos i was (again) doing something different. i've always tagged someone along to complete the aforementioned tasks. so i was sooo curious how this day would go. well, there were snippets of me looking at groups of people. teenage people, having fun, hanging out. seeing others, coupling. but heck, there's no room for emo-moments right now.

with high spirits, i traversed through the commercial jungle, that is trinoma. head held high. shielded with my to-hell-with-the-world attitude, i braved the tasks... one after the other.

i wanted to do more. felt like i still had enough ammo to go the extra mile. oh but, i was running out of "fuel" (the f word)... and my mom asked me to come home for the requisite family dinner.

realization: well, not bad for starters.
and i just proved to myself that i could handle being a "loner" from a better perspective.
no more sulking over solo meals. no more wishful thinkings. no more. no more of those.
in my new year... as i'm entering another quarter of my life, i'm starting with an amped perspective.
of myself and how i'd celebrate those occasional "me-time's".
i'd be a shining, shimmering, silver! (bet on it if you want!)

i'm so grateful for this whole experience. i soo appreciate it all-together.
thank God i started the day right! oh, i thank everyone who called, messaged, greeted... thanks for making your presence felt this day. i deeply appreciate your efforts. gahd, i feel so loved. super duper wuper thanks, you guys! (P.S. regalo ko? ahahahahaa!)

((i say: set specific sked for indie style. refreshing. riveting. and oh, happy 25th birthday, sweetie. eww))

can you handle it? can you? CAN YOU?!?

well, I CAN! (full proof right below! oh yes, classic!)
call me risk-taker. call me daredevil.
but never a wimp. chicken? nope. ne-ver.
i can take on whatever challenge is right before my face.

balut? uuuh. paassssss.


today, on a glorious friday, my friends in our special room went on a whim.
a few minutes before lunchtime. to eat balut! yup, the infamous balut.
(FYI: Balut is a popular Filipino street snack and is essentially a duck egg with a fetus inside, typically between seventeen to twenty days in gestation.)

my special friends prodded and prodded. called me names. (nah, didn't go that far)
then i finally caved in! (Oh good Lord.)

twas a first. a milestone. could qualify as that. (di ka Pinoy if you haven't tried one!)

with much (dis)gusto, i mustered the courage to take a bite. thrust it down my throat.
eyes tightly closed. fighting the urge to purge.

i almost cried. (exaggerated). cried out a victor!
woot! woot! beat that?
i'm sure my folks are damn proud of me.

care for another round of the B?
ummm. kayo na lang.

disclaimer: i'm done with durian. graduate nako sa balut. come on, keep it coming!
let's make a list of 100 foodums to eat before you die. tara! bring it on!!!

another disclaimer: pardon our speech. we talk like that in our special place. you copy?