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| Ramen for everyone, indeed! |
My childhood friends, Biday and Jomar, nicknamed me the "Leftover Food Receptacle." During recess, I'd happily polish off my classmates' leftover food. I guess my never-give-up-against-food spirit was the reason I ballooned to 200 pounds with a 42-inch waistline by the time I was 16 years old.
A regular bowl of Hokkaido ramen is larger than an adult human head. I am not kidding. It's miraculous that I pounded down not only my soup and noodles, but also Chris' leftovers (and maybe Allen's, as well... and Peter's... and Greg's...), even after all I seemed to do all day was eat and eat and eat. It was that shocking never-give-up-against-food mentality again.
I don't know if I'm this way because I grew up in a family of eight, practically competing for food against five other siblings who had equally healthy appetites. I don't know if it's just my Pinoy-ness, either, because honestly, Filipinos just never seem to stop eating, any way. Or perhaps, I just lack the discipline to stop when something feels so good. Eating definitely belongs right there, along with sex-ing and drinking and laughing.
Food being as good as it was where we were, I just decided to never stop eating. A Japanese visa is hard to get, a winter holiday costs a lot of money, and I don't know when - if - I'll even make it back to Hokkaido, like, ever again. So I resolved to FEAST.
I reached new heights of athletic food consumption. It was somewhat disgusting, but also awesome in a way.
Ramen rocks.
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