I am what i eat. therefore, i am dry.

My friends have been hard critics on my food. Before I even get a first bite, the ulam packed in a tight tupperware will be passed around the table of critics. First one will comment on the ulam's shape and texture. "Bakit..[insert harsh words here]..what the fuck is that?!". Geez man, my food still comes from earth. It just looks uhm...different. The next person will smell it and say "ewwww" And the last person will just cringe in disgust. Finally, I get to eat my ulam. This happens every morning.

My food has been always described as dry. One person even thought binilad ko sa araw yung ulam. It's either steamed chicken or beef that looks raw. No one dares to share the ulam with me, probably afraid of getting a sickness from eating food that doesn't taste like food.

And then a friend said "you are what you eat". What? I look like a dried up chicken breast? A mangled cow meat?

"kumain ka kasi ng basa"

Yeah maybe my food does reflect who i am. Apart from having dry skin and chapped lips recently, well i've been missing sex. Maybe that's what's up. I remembered Rain telling me though "There's nothing to miss about it." Easy for her to say that.
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