In this day and age, it’s a lot easier to be unhealthy because it’s cheaper. I mean look at all those greasy, skewered street food, which would only cost you anywhere from 3 to 20 pesos. For less than a hundred bucks, you can eat a full meal in the nearest eateries or popular food chains. Don’t get me wrong, I want to practice healthy living, that’s why I find it real sad that the things we brand as beneficial to our health are expensive. For instance, brown rice is over 20 pesos more expensive than the regular ones, you want wheat bread, you need to pay additional bucks, fruits are also pricey, and don’t get me started about the supplements. So even when I have in me the desire to eat healthy, I couldn’t sustain the habit. I just couldn’t afford to burn away half of my salary. The story is the same with establishments that sell organic products.
Just to give you an example, I discovered of late this organic cafe called Satinka Naturals. It sits in the corner of Kamagong and Chino Roces and was opened just four months ago. They claim that they only use organic ingredients for their food and drinks, free of MSG (monosodium glutamate) and GMO (genetically modified organism).
Our driver, dead to the world, lay stretched on the front seat, which he pushed back to make his sleep more comfortable. I entered the van in a dream-like state that was the aftermath of a 12-hour travel and sleep deprivation. I took my place just behind the driver’s seat and notwithstanding the fact that the space had been reduced due to the reclined seat in front of me, I was still prepared to catch some zzs. Few minutes after I closed my peepers Gerald pulled open the door, followed by Rhoda, their demeanor verbalized, they too want some shut-eye. As I made space for them, Ram appeared and announced that we could wait for our guide in a nearby cafe. We would take a long hike he said, it’d be best if we stuff ourselves for the task. Gerald favored sleep over food so he passed. The rest of us obediently took Ram’s advice. Thank god I didn’t pull a Gerald lest I would have missed the pancake that was so good it still haunts me to this day. I had it at Goldfish Cafe in Bontoc, Mountain Province.
As the US celebrated their day of liberation, I had my own independence day going on last fourth of July. It was the day I left the company that launched my technical career, Innodata. The decision was devoid of ill feelings and intention; it was a career move. I had no second thoughts about leaving, but I’d be lying if I say it was easy. Three years is a long time and with it comes memories and people that have become a great part of my life. I left people who have become my friends, the place where I spent more time than I do at home, the work I could do even with my eyes closed. So even when I wasn’t scared about leaving the familiar, it did make me sad.