It’s one of those crazy things I want to do before I die.

Upon learning that it would not take much of an effort to make it happen, I was quite ecstatic of the possibility. At first, I thought that I would have to go the extra mile, literally and figuratively, but I just found out that there’s a more convenient and accessible place here in Ortigas.

I could not suppress my agitation. I immediately checked out the forbidden place, tagging my friend along.

How I just wish I had done this thing when I was younger, so that it would save me the agony of being accused of acting younger than my age. Kids do all the crazy stuff, and are glorified for their adventurism. But for a stereotypical, necktie-and-long sleeves-wearing yuppie, such is just plain craziness.

But I fashion myself a non-conformist with respect to being a ‘professional’. I had always been against strict protocol and standards. Its just only now that I subjected myself to some restrictions but nevertheless, the rebel inside manifests every now and then.

I told myself, this is the chance to prove myself that I can also do crazy [unexpected] stuff aside from being the subservient rebel that I currently am. No one will find out, unless I, myself, will do the talking.

With butterflies in my stomach, me and my friend slowly approached that crowded place. There are so many things going on inside my head. I am sure I can hear these reactions once I pulled this through:

“Wow, you just did that?”

“I don’t know you’re capable of this.”

“You really surprised me.”

Everything is within my grasp, all I have to do is ask. But at the last minute, I chickened out.