…isn’t that scary at all. As long as you have the sheer determination and that little sense of adventure, you’d somehow find yourself smiling while getting lost. In the process, you’d look a little bit mental, too. Okay, maybe that’s just me. But I was quite happy when I got lost. At least I had something to blog about!
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What Makes You Happy Won’t Kill You
Last Wednesday, Irish, my cousin, asked me to eat isaw with her in Sampaloc Lake. I said yes in a heartbeat since I’ve been craving for that forbidden delicacy for more than a month now. My boyfriend reminds me always (every time I will tell him that we should eat isaw which is pretty often) that it’s bad for the body. I KNOW. But I’ve also told my friends (who told me to stop eating street food) that I’d rather die young enjoying the little things in life (like isaw) than die old but avoiding everything that will make me happy. Sometimes, I also do not understand myself. Heh.
Isaw is absolutely delicious when dipped in vinegar with lots of sili and sibuyas. But it’s taste isn’t the only thing I enjoy when eating it. Somehow, I feel very Pinoy when I eat my dugo and bituka ng baboy/manok. I also like how it’s very inexpensive and I can eat more than ten sticks of isaw without feeling sorry for my wallet. What I like the most about eating isaw is that I don’t have to pretend to be anyone or act demure or whatever when eating isaw. I don’t know.
Eating isaw is kind of humbling for me. Like when we passed at this one isawahan near a private school in Manila, I was glad to see that even the posh and pretty people of this country like eating isaw. I mean, there’s really nothing glamorous about eating intestines. Ha.
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