I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so...

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Posted by mandz | Posted in | Posted on 8:56 AM

Its been a few days since my first ever post, and I've been toying with topics to talk about since. It hasn't been easy since i'm not exactly the best documenter of things. I tend to forget to take photographs of important moments after getting lost in them.

Today however, I did not forget.=)


Mike was craving for Japanese, and since I've been the one choosing the restaurants we've been eating in the past weeks, I decided to cut him some slack. We ended up in this small Japanese place hidden in a row of commercial establishment along BF called Omatsuri. I swear, you wouldn't even notice it at all if you weren't looking.

  
The moment you enter the place you're greeted with a resounding *insert Japanese greeting here*, and an overwhelming smell of Sake, seafood and grilled meat in the air. The next thing you'll notice is the ambiance, rows of Japanese artwork and bottles of what I can only assume is rice wine lined up along shelves across the wall.  


To top that off, a couple of Japanese men were talking/arguing at the far end of the bar while the Japanese bartender (which I could only assume is also the owner) was happy just serving them platters of sushi and filling their glasses to the brim with beer. It felt as if we had entered some kind of wormhole which for some reason, led us to Japan! It was bizarre.   



The food was good. My only complaint is that the meat could have been a lot more tender. But then again, it wasn't bad for the price we paid. I guess after feeling like i just teleported to Japan, my expectations increased three-fold. I expected Wagyu beef, melt-in-your-mouth goodness, cows lined up in some farm in Okinawa while they're fed endless gallons of beer and massaged on a daily basis, chopped, flavored, and grilled for my satisfaction. Alas, I ended up with beef from the nearest grocery in Manila.

  
The rest of what we ordered however, was perfect. The rice was sticky, just what you would expect they would serve in a good Japanese restaurant. The miso soup was well-seasoned, while the tofu was perfectly crunchy on the outside, and firm on the inside.


All in all, it was a pleasant dining experience, only best described through our empty plates and full bellies.Though the meat did not come to par with my expectations, Omatsuri definitely left me only with good memories.



Right here, right now...

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Posted by mandz | Posted in | Posted on 8:18 AM

Whatever inspired me to start a blog at this point, I have no idea. Maybe I just needed something to remind myself after years of living, that my life is worth... the world.

Now to kick-start this thing, I imagined posting pictures of my childhood, and then go on from there. But then again, I figured it might be too chronological and bland. Don't get me wrong, my childhood is FAR from boring! But we'll talk about that later. Instead, I think "the me" in "the now" would be more appropriate.





the me...





Here I am, plain and simple, in a rather cheesy pose, taken by mike during one of our trips. I don't think i'll be posting a lot of pictures of myself from now on. But for those who wonder what I look like, this is me...

"The now" is at a time where everything is possible, 25, recently unemployed, saved some money but not much, dabbled in lots of jobs but still confused, in a relationship but not married. The list goes on. But perhaps the one thing that describes me at this point is... nothing, absolutely zilch! Thats how my life has become right now, a giant black hole, a bermuda triangle, a big fat mystery no one understands, not even myself.

Maybe this is why I started this blog in the first place, in an effort to understand who I am later on. With the hope that maybe I can piece snippets of my memories together, so I can go "ahhh... so thats why God put me here!"  Anyway, enough with the dramatics. This should be enough for now. So here I am.. the me, the present, and the blog.