I may be a little late to the world of Japanese cocktail beers but I certainly tried to make up for lost time over the weekend with two drink sessions. Calpis and beer, who knew such a heavenly combination would blow me away like it did at Japanese restaurant Azmaya over at Robertson Quay. The unique taste of calpis really came through but it didn't overpower the Asahi beer. Simply loved it especially with the never-ending all-you-eat parade of shabu shabu wagyu beef and pork.
Also managed to drop by Ginza Lion on the ground floor of the revamped Suntec City Tower Four. It's a Japanese-styled German bar or maybe a German-styled Japanese restaurant? Anyway spotted this on the menu and I just had to give it a shot. Half and half, Japanese Sapporo beer mixed in with German dark beer. I guess if the Axis won WWII, this would probably be the national drink. Well, the dark European brew definitely overwhelmed the lighter Japanese beer which was alright but it didn't deliver the extra kick I was kinda hoping for from this hybrid.
It's that time of the year again so I thought I would share something I found in the old family home that was really weird and it's Christmas-related too! Couldn't believe me eyes when I found a small stack of these family Christmas cards featuring my late mom, aunt and uncle when they were still really young. I mean who in this part of the world does family portrait Christmas cards anyway?!? Or was it a common thing back then? The only time I saw cards like these were on sitcoms and the Kardashians. Just one of the many bizarre discoveries in the old family home.
After all the
discoveries in the old family home, I have finally decided to chronicle the more unusual and unexplainable happenings. I have posted this on Facebook last week and the reactions have so far been rather encouraging. The following is a actual incident that happened on an afternoon when I was alone.
My body stiffened with a jolt as my eyes
slowly opened and I tried desperately to recall what exactly happened to me.
Sitting upright in a dusty dining room chair in the old family home, the last
thing I remembered was curiously eyeing the unusual white stoned ring that I
uncovered in the drawer of an antique dressing table. No larger than an
innocent garden pea, the cloudy white stone sat majestically in the center
setting. Judging by its oddly set prongs and knowing a bit about my family
home’s history, I dare say that it was crafted around the end of the 19th
century.
It was perhaps in an earlier moment of
folly that I dared grasp the ring and stared into its white murky center stone.
Caressing it between my fingers, the ring grew ominously colder with each
passing moment. As I looked closer at the centerpiece, the stone appeared to
shift and stir as if alive. A grey whirling cloud then emerged to descend in
front of me and that was all I could remember.
I then glanced at my watch and noticed that
almost an hour had unaccountably vanished from my memory, for I had absolutely
no recollection of what transpired during that period of time. The ring was on
the old dining table when I regained control of my senses. I resisted the urge
to touch it again but I knew the only way to remember the events of that
missing hour was to enter whatever accursed realms the ring had led me to. I
carefully picked it up. Part of me inexplicably knew that it would be sheer
madness to actually attempt to wear the ring.
But this time, I was prepared. I set the
alarm in my watch to ring five minutes later, hoping that it would shock me
back from where or what awaited me. Gingerly holding the band between my
fingers, I drew my breath in sharply before peering into the pale abyss that
rested in the center of the ring. The room began to sway slowly from side to
side, followed by the appearance of the familiar grey cloud hovering towards me
like a shroud.
I immediately fortified my thoughts as a
cascade of bizarre images flooded my mind. These were memories but they
belonged to a life that I did not lived.
As I stood transfixed in the cloud, a
pantheon of brazen sounds and colors soon took over and I remember screaming as
loud as I humanly could. But the sound I made was nothing less than an inhuman
howl, an unholy shriek that I never imagined possible. I shut my eyes again and
when I opened them, I found myself in an ivory chamber kneeling before a trio
of towering dark figures. Numerous tiny orbs floated across the hall, lighting
it up in a kaleidoscope of unearthly hues.
The air around me was cold, ancient yet
strangely familiar. I instinctively looked up at my three ominous hosts. Their
tall and shapeless wavering forms made it almost impossible to distinguish them
apart; one loomed closer to me while extending an appendage. As it whirled into
view, I could tell that it was no human arm that was advancing towards me. It
was a long brown creeping tentacle seeking its prey. My natural instinct was to
recoil instantly but I could not move my legs nor feel them at all! Once again,
I wanted to utter a cry of alarm but this time no sound, human or otherwise
escaped me.
I turned away as fast as I could. My gaze
lowered towards the polished white flooring and that was when my last remaining
sliver of sanity abandoned me. The reflection I saw was not of any creature
that has walked this Earth for over a hundred millenniums before the coming of
Man. In place of any visage resembling a human face was a disturbing cyclopean
mass of gelatinous green and yellow flesh. A single large white eyestalk
blinked silently back at me.
Through whatever remaining senses I
possess, the approaching tentacle behind me marked me with an evil sense of
fear and loathing. In what may have been a final act of bravado, I decided to
face my otherworldly challenger. I spun around, in time to face the impending appendage.
It slithered towards me at an inhuman speed, its icy tip instantly attaching
itself to my lone pale eye. A massive bolt of pain pierced through my alien
body as the tentacle ripped my eye from me. And in that agonizing instance, I
knew what it was; I finally understood what the outlandish images or memories
are all about.
“The
eye! My eye! The stone in the ring! They are one and the same!” I wanted so much to exclaim that revelation but it was naturally
impossible. Instead of being blinded by its actions, I could still bear witness
to the ungodly events that continued to unfold before me.
It was not unlike an eerie out-of-body
experience as I could now view my former shapeless form lying motionless and
the three nefarious figures clustering together. Loud sounds and noises began
to erupt from all three, a sinister chorus of bestial growls, hisses and
wailing. Their strange shadowy bodies commenced to shift and bend in a series
of bizarre contortions in rhythm with their macabre chants. The unnerving
ritual was truly such a vile sight that no sane person should ever be made to
watch. Still in the firm lethal grip of the murderous tentacle, the white stone
began to burn with a hellish glow.
From the center of the domed ceiling
emerged a massive hideous black vortex. The devilish chanting continued to echo
throughout the chamber as the spinning horror expanded to blanket the entire
ceiling. I directed my attention towards the vortex and out of that sinister
void extended a gigantic monstrous clawed hand. Four black gleaming sharp claws
reaching deliberately down at the upstretched tentacle with the now blazing
white stone. It was pure agony to maintain any semblance of sanity at this
point. I could not possibly fathom what this all meant except for the
overwhelming stench of primal malevolence and a foreboding of even fouler
deeds.
Stretching out of the vortex, the claws
were now within reach of its sacred prize when it inexplicably froze in midair.
Then came the most hellish moment of all when it slowly turned to my direction.
Even in my incorporeal form, I knew that it could somehow sense my disembodied
presence, an outsider from a different time and dimension who reeked of fear
and dread. In that single terrifying instance, I saw in the black palm of that colossal
clawed hand was a single blood red eye glaring at me.
When just as all hope seemed to have
forsaken me, there came a shrill buzzing sound from nowhere. The piercing noise
began to crescendo and almost immediately, the nightmarish scene in front of me
started to dissipate into a fiery ball of blinding light. My last vivid vision
was the giant crimson eye almost engulfing me before everything became a
maddening fusion of red and white inferno. Then came the silence.
It felt like an eternity before I woke up
to the sound of my alarm watch buzzing mere inches from my face, as I lay
slumped on the dining table. That recognizable tune was what shocked me from an
otherwise heinous fate. An anchor to my own time and world, its audible
intrusion must have set off an unnatural chain reaction of sorts. Now how do I
know this, I could not speculate nor do I wish to comprehend the metaphysics
behind my escape for my senses were still reeling from it all.
Just as I was about to climb out of my
chair, I spied the white stoned ring resting under the table. It must have
slipped out of my hand when I lost consciousness. Nervously, I bent down to
retrieve it. It now felt warm to the touch and as hard I tried, I knew I
couldn’t resist glimpsing at the stone one final time. And that was when I saw
the harrowing truth.
For instead of a pure white centerpiece
there appeared a speck of malignant red in the stone. The same evil hue as the
scarlet eye that stalked me across time and space!
