Sunday, October 14, 2007

Shawarma Afternoon

As I took a big hungry bite on my shawarma, I found myself sitting at the exact spot where I used to contemplate back in college. The place is nothing special. It is just a long, plain, and cold pavement along Park Square 2. I used to sit there during busy days in school when all of my friends would go straight to their homes to accomplish the heavy home works that were given to us. It’s still the same old stony pavement. Except that when I sat there today, there are only a few people lining up for their shuttle and the person that I am today is different.



I took another big bite of my shawarma. It has been so long since I sat there and eat my favorite sandwich. I would have eaten at the Batcave but eating there without my friends will be blunt. I miss our pancit canton days. It’s just plain pancit canton (sometimes with egg) but the stories, laughter, troubles or even rage that we share made every fork – full of this plain noodles unmatched the exotic cuisines of Class A restaurants.



It has been half a year already since I graduated. I’m now about to leave my first job and is now looking for my second stint but my adventures with my friends seemed like it just happened yesterday. It was truly my most treasured part of my life. I would be happy if I can rewind all the days that passed and go through hellish times of my life and share again the euphoric ones with them.



I’m almost done with my food and I’m off to go home again. I’ll sleep, work, and look for a job but the next time I’ll sit in this spot again, I hope to be taking big bites of shawarma with my friends.
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