During dinner at our favorite hangout (the name of which I'd rather keep anonymous, but it pretty much rhymes with my nickname as everyone would use to call me at the streets and not the two-syllable nick), we talked about how friendships change and how relationships should be nourished through quality time with each other. We figured, if you fail to really spend time, the friendship would evolve and you'd eventually grow apart. Your childhood friend will ever be a childhood friend, and your college buddy is someone you can't be buddies with anymore.
At least that's how I remember the conversation went. I was too busy downing the beef shawarma and beer. So much for being attentive.
This prompted us to make sure our beach plans on Friday would materialize. The others had already asked permission from their mothers and I think everyone's good to go. One of us was tasked to find the place we would be staying at overnight, one is in-charge of driving, while I volunteered to prepare a steak dinner.
I suddenly remembered that I took pictures of how our family steak was prepared. Mama Jeany had shown me how to do it a year ago and I used my cell phone camera to document it. Without the pictures, I don't remember how it's made. I just remember its flavorful, juicy, nostalgic taste.
That's the thing with learning by example. When you demonstrate something (especially to someone like me who has the attention span of a six-year-old), chances of it being recalled isn't as big as when you let the student do it by himself. I think it's called experiential learning, or lazy grade school teacher.
I've really got to check my cell phone's memory card for it. And when I do, I should post the pictures of it here.
I'm excited about our beach trip. It's always nice when you have something to look forward to.
