Of Beer, Friends and Chopsticks

I was praying furiously for forgiveness as I felt the darkness seep through the walls while locked on the mattress, the air was thick and I had no time to think why, two pictures we’re hanged on the wall on which my finger pointed to as it escaped each other’s grasps. The wall started to cave in as the images started to draw closer to the tips of my stretched hands, there was a deep sensation of strangling and crushing pressure.

I woke up. I ran to my mom and talked about the possible forces in the room that might be working invisibly, we debated and discussed our different theories  but we never really ended up with a conclusion.

I woke up, for real this time. Reality punched me at the gut with a really dehydrated feeling, a hot sensation dwelling at the back of my neck and a heavy body to carry, I didn’t want to move, fear was lingering in my mind of what could this very disturbing dream possibly mean.

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I know that was a heavy start for a post titled with something that looks so light and whimsical in sound, but I just couldn’t help it, it happened. Sorry.

True Post: Start

When he got married, my brother, Sean started to live up north. Thing is, no matter how urban and developed it is, there were a lot of things up there that never had the southern taste. One of which is an establishment that he wanted to revisit during his once a week trip here named ‘Mulligans.’

Beers and Weiners ‘yo

Chili con carne, a huge wiener on a bun plus a bunch of fries with beer? Cravings: solved, add that with a huge bowl of nachos with oozing cheese, pepper and ground meat and you’ve got yourself a good night!

We talked about some heavy stuff, the inhibition lost with some alcohol was good with the discussion: company stuff, management and what not, the future of SEO Hacker, burdens and challenges for the future of each of us and last but not least, mentorship. But we never ended there, we also had the opportunity to reminisce our humorous past and adventures, catch up on each other’s lives: about our personal gains and fails.

You know, to have your brother leave and not be so accessible to hang out with, would help you treasure how much it means to just spend time with him.

Japanice and Bag-yo

A good night wasn’t enough to end the day, it had to be great and what better way to end it after a good bro bond than to spend it on Starbucks with friends?

I can think of a thousand ways but screw your hipster opinion.

Coming from the land of the rising sun, anime and hen… ‘s, Josh brought with him a gift from the people of Japan: four eggs. Four eggs that were carefully roasted to a dark luscious brown which I would love to take home with me and just put into display instead of eating. I guess this is Japan’s answer for the Chinese century egg? Even the first bite of the white meat has Japan taste already all over it, add some powder(was that salt?) to the yolk and consuming the unborn baby chicken makes you feel like you’ve been to Japan without the physical, mental or the spiritual experience that you would rather have.

Wanderlust is evident with these friends, they travel every now and then, local or international, not being content on the everyday boring scene they see at home: the ordinary green vibrant plants, the omnipresent grungy cement, the basic linear walls, they get tired of it. So, two of them had to leave the good capital and succumb to their cravings, to where? The title of this segment should give you a clue: New York and Jamaica.

Catching up and enjoying the gifts from distant places, was a joy to the four of us: one got a shurkien, another a postcards and a trinket and me? The best: a chopsticks embedded with my name plus my zodiac, take that unpersonalized gifts! (Of course the provider of gifts I assume had that warm feeling in his heart, the Christmas spirit or something.)

Oh and the writing on the chopsticks mean: Wind, agile and chic.

I also got from Tim a container of walnuts dipped in chocolate from Baguio, I never even knew there was such but hey, there’s a first time for everything! I had my first, my first was good. I can finish this in one sitting without discipline and up till now, its beside me begging me not to eat them but they’re not cute or worthy of my mercy, they’re edible and delicious.

I would like to end this post with a quote from Tim that night:

Hey Kev, have you ever tasted the century egg?