Oh Crap.

            "Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die." I'm not really into putting this statement into practice, but I'm not exactly holding back (especially when the viand is meat or when I'm on a drinking spree) either. Even slurping Bulalo bouillon is not enough to make me feel guilty. The conscience is but a mere speckle of dust when I'm eating heartily. Tampalin (burger patties are pure beef, so my friend says. It's 70% fat, and 30% scrap meat from the ribs. Not sure where "tampalin" came from, though) burgers from Burger Machine are my favorite merienda. 

            I'm not what you'd call a regular drunkard, but I certainly wouldn't pass up a bottle of beer or two. Drunken revelry's definitely not my style. But what the hell is the world coming to? Is the pain I often feel somewhere along my nape a sign of a blocked carotid or whatever artery there is? Am I flatulent because of irregular or fatty diets? I certainly hope not.

            It's hard losing someone special, family or friend, as was the case of my lolo's passing away back in '03. Though he did not die of his ever present Diabetes Mellitus or heart problems, I still felt bad that he suffered before his next great adventure. Now I'm on the brink of losing my lola to stroke (probably mild, but still….) and I do hope God would lend her some more time. 

             My point is, we should watch our lifestyles and dietary habits. It's fine to indulge one's self to a big, crispy piece of pata every now and then, but never forget to eat oatmeal and fiber-rich food and exercise. When the time comes for reunions, a healthy alumnus/alumna, kumpare/kumare, ninong/ninang can tempt and tease colleagues by eating crispy balat ng lechon and other pampabata stuff.