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    Patricia

    Majority of my friends call me Trish, I guess you could call me that too. I'm a transcriptions editor with a really messed up body clock and never ending affinity for films, food and written words. I like street art, sweets, neutrals and monochromes, sushi, window seats, golf carts and lazy weekends.

    Some of the things that completely preoccupy me are my fixation with the now defunct The Civil Wars and their beautiful art of sadness, Oh Sehun, sleeping, CSS and HTML, @iameden, and those damn hypnotizing Tasty videos. Top country in my travel bucketlist? Iceland. But the one that will always have my heart? Hong Kong.

    Splendid and Sorry.

    It was a particularly peculiar Wednesday morning.


    I see you. I see you and everything you do. I see you and everything you do and that is the problem.




    'Tis the season to reflect as they say. And that's what I've been doing in my own way. LOL. I am thinking of the bigger picture, of the things right in front of me and all the things that are obvious but I prefer to stay oblivious.

    You probably think I don't know or I don't care but I do. I really do. And I hope it stops.


    You pay attention to details, minute information, crumbs of what really happened. And it still points you to the same direction. And I still stay vague. All the efforts of thinking are futile.


    And in the end of all the whirlpool of thoughts and dreams, I just hope that things will eventually turn out right--with or without my hand in it. Which is impossible. Which defies everything. Which brings me back to the original question dancing inside my mind.


    And now I'm wondering, where are my friends at?

    It was a particularly peculiar Wednesday morning.


    I see you. I see you and everything you do. I see you and everything you do and that is the problem.




    'Tis the season to reflect as they say. And that's what I've been doing in my own way. LOL. I am thinking of the bigger picture, of the things right in front of me and all the things that are obvious but I prefer to stay oblivious.

    You probably think I don't know or I don't care but I do. I really do. And I hope it stops.


    You pay attention to details, minute information, crumbs of what really happened. And it still points you to the same direction. And I still stay vague. All the efforts of thinking are futile.


    And in the end of all the whirlpool of thoughts and dreams, I just hope that things will eventually turn out right--with or without my hand in it. Which is impossible. Which defies everything. Which brings me back to the original question dancing inside my mind.


    And now I'm wondering, where are my friends at?

    . Wednesday, April 04, 2012 .

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