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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.

    Familiarity, I think, is one of the things that lets us be at complete ease with the presence of another human being. You are familiar with each other. You may know each other's routines everyday, you may know a big messy chunk of this other person's life (and vice versa) and you may have developed a certain bond and somehow you let your guard down and allow yourself to fully incorporate their existence into your life.

    But do you ever get puzzled with those moments that don't quite fit the picture? I don't know if it's just me being too keen but I always pick up those specific times when people all of a sudden deviate from their usual habits. There was always an answer to every question that you never ask (or you quietly ask inside your head). Two meters standing away from each other, you just bob your head to agree but there's that persistent feeling that you know -- you definitely know there's something that's not right.

    Like perfectly straight hair since their existence then somehow they show up on your doorstep, with their hair completely disheveled. You get an unsolicited explanation, you pretend to believe but your mind is quickly filling up the blanks with conclusive mental pictures spitted out by your active imagination. Drip. Drip. Drip.

    You shrug off that moment thinking that it's nothing. Eventually, a pattern begins to form and you can't help but think that all those other occurences were pieces to an elaborate glass jigsaw puzzle. Like it's just in front of you staring at your face but you just can't quite point it out yet. Just yet.

    Yes, there's something wrong here. There are gaps and crevices all over. It is beginning to show.

    I do not demand to know because I know can live without it. But it's hard not to get caught up with the mystery when there's the occasional slip of the tongue, inconsistent stories, and more inconsistent explanations, or lack thereof.

    All I'm trying to say is I (think) I know. The puzzle is partially complete. And most of the time, I could not look at you the same way. Now, if you could just stop giving it away with your carelessness, your secret life will forever remain a secret. Because I really don't need/want/prefer to know.
    . Tuesday, February 26, 2013 .

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    . Tuesday, February 26, 2013 .

    Familiarity, I think, is one of the things that lets us be at complete ease with the presence of another human being. You are familiar with each other. You may know each other's routines everyday, you may know a big messy chunk of this other person's life (and vice versa) and you may have developed a certain bond and somehow you let your guard down and allow yourself to fully incorporate their existence into your life.

    But do you ever get puzzled with those moments that don't quite fit the picture? I don't know if it's just me being too keen but I always pick up those specific times when people all of a sudden deviate from their usual habits. There was always an answer to every question that you never ask (or you quietly ask inside your head). Two meters standing away from each other, you just bob your head to agree but there's that persistent feeling that you know -- you definitely know there's something that's not right.

    Like perfectly straight hair since their existence then somehow they show up on your doorstep, with their hair completely disheveled. You get an unsolicited explanation, you pretend to believe but your mind is quickly filling up the blanks with conclusive mental pictures spitted out by your active imagination. Drip. Drip. Drip.

    You shrug off that moment thinking that it's nothing. Eventually, a pattern begins to form and you can't help but think that all those other occurences were pieces to an elaborate glass jigsaw puzzle. Like it's just in front of you staring at your face but you just can't quite point it out yet. Just yet.

    Yes, there's something wrong here. There are gaps and crevices all over. It is beginning to show.

    I do not demand to know because I know can live without it. But it's hard not to get caught up with the mystery when there's the occasional slip of the tongue, inconsistent stories, and more inconsistent explanations, or lack thereof.

    All I'm trying to say is I (think) I know. The puzzle is partially complete. And most of the time, I could not look at you the same way. Now, if you could just stop giving it away with your carelessness, your secret life will forever remain a secret. Because I really don't need/want/prefer to know.
    . Monday, February 18, 2013 .


    We were craving for ramen last week so we decided to eat at a Japanese restaurant. I have no knowledge about Japanese food aside from the what Tokyo Tokyo offers. Hehe. I was just never fond of sushi, maki or dumplings, and I don't know how to use chopsticks. So where did my craving for ramen come from?

    "It's haaaaaaam!" - Ponyo
    There's just something so appealing with the way they draw food in those Japanese animated movies. And yes, I did get hungry by just looking at that. We were supposed to go to Ramen Cool in Kapitolyo but I thought why not somewhere around Makati na lang? With the help of the all powerful Google, Mitsuyado Sei-Men caught my attention.

    Under the name Mitsuyado Sei-Men comes the description House of Tsukemen so I thought ramen's not their specialty. I was intrigued with the Tsukemen craze after I read about it at different blogs so even though I craved for ramen, I didn't pass up the chance to try it.






    I did not expect the inside to be like this... very old world Japan! Don't get technical on me and ask me to specify which era because I suck at history (and geography hehe) but it's like a place straight out of a scene from an anime. Can't stop myself from taking photos because I loved the way they decorated the place. We felt like we were transported back in time. Hahaha. Also, I was half expecting the place will be packed with people, fortunately for us, it's not.

    . Sunday, February 17, 2013 .


    The past 2 weeks has been so crazy busy that I even haven't had the time to sit down and come up with a blog worthy post. I'm not complaining though. Okay, well, I complain sometimes when I get an awfully hard task but still, work has to be done. And at the end of the day, I could say that I am very much contented with my work. On top of that, I spend my weekends either with the family, the boyfriend or some of my closest friends. Yes, things are great.

    Here's a few random Instagram photos that made up my week (and things I would probably be blogging about in the coming days):

    • Finally was able to go back to Jupiter Street after ~6 months! Went to Mitsuyado Sei-Men last Saturday with the boyfriend to have a pre-Valentine's celebration. I do not dig Japanese food that much (lol I only know tonkatsu, katsudon and tempura) but Marion was craving for ramen and I was really curious about their Tsukemen, so we went ahead. Dianne and I also went to BRGR: The Burger Project today to have late lunch. More about those this week.
    • I had few drinks with friends from work after our last shift. Work could sometimes be so stressful so we decided to eat breakfast then talk about our lives over a few bottles of alcohol. It was my first time trying the Yellow Paradise flavor of Tanduay Ice. Never really liked the blue and red one but this one is good. 
    • Already blogged about my 2nd visit to Vanilla Cupcake Bakery but I would just like to emphasize how much I loved this chair, I wish I could take it home. Sitting there just felt so damn comfortable!
    • A photo I took while our cab was on the Buendia - Fort Bonifacio flyover (or whatever that's called). I met up with a few of my college friends for a little catching up. We ate at Slice at High Street and had coffee and desserts at Larry's Cafe in Serendra. And I was finally able to buy Cupcakes by Sonja! Yey! I really love spending time with close friends, it's like having your personal time machine. Somehow, the conversations always go back to the great days during college and the night gets filled with endless laughter.
    • alfie's Bacon Bar -- a Valentine's gift from Fritzie! She told me she was choosing chocolates for her boyfriend when she saw this and thought about me. I guess she knows me really well! Hahaha.
    So many things have been happening lately and I just feel so blessed. I'm in the process of putting up something about my new food trips but I guess, most will be scheduled posts. I have an additional rest day next week so hopefully I can spice things up here.

    And I just received the best news! I'm going to El Nido on April! Yey! Not anymore. :(
    . Tuesday, February 12, 2013 .

    This article by JJ Yulo was originally posted in spot.ph last February 7, 2013. I found the article spot on, especially right now where everybody shares and overshares. Almost anyone could be a blogger in this day and age if he/she would like to and anybody can have his/her opinion posted online while claiming "I can say what I want. It's my blog."

    Before I delve on to the ridiculousness of that last statement, here are some very helpful pointers if you are one of those people (I know I am) that can't help but document their gastronomical pursuits online.

    Artwork by Warren Espejo

    We all know how it goes.

    A new restaurant opens and gets people talking, and all of a sudden the hungry hordes descend upon it faster than you can say “omnomnom.”

    They arrive in droves, absolutely buzzed and chuffed to chow on something new, with friends and cameras—both big and small—in tow.

    I am one of them, and most probably, so are you.

    But just last week the almighty New York Times put out a piece on how some restaurants are banning the act of photographing your food. I know the wunderkind David Chang started this in his fine dining restaurant, Momofuku Ko, quite some time back…I guess it kind of snowballed from there. Some places have taken to giving you a CD of their dishes for you to do with as you please.

    Much ado about this, of course, especially in our fair city of food-mad people and bloggers—along with, I would think, a lot of Asia (I’m talking to you, Hong Kong and Singapore!)—though opinions I hear are almost always split down the middle.

    There are those who just want to eat, period, and enjoy their meal with their dinner companions without being disturbed by anything. Nothing wrong with these sentiments, of course, because there is no doubt that the pleasures of a meal are always in the way in which, and with whom, it is partaken.

    Then there are those who just want to document whatever it is they eat, be it the new aratiles flavor of Chippy, or that funky new gelataria with the cookie batter-kimchi-and-candy sprinkles flavor, or that art-on-a-plate 40-ingredient microscopic foie truffle uni in aspic haute cuisine creation. They will probably Instagram it, or tweet it, or lie in their bed at night ogling it and fantasizing about it before they go to sleep. The formidable Amy Besa of Purple Yam fame calls them “food anthropologists” with her tongue firmly planted in her cheek.

    I rather admittedly fall in the latter category, but I also have a foot planted in the former. I don’t find anything wrong with taking pictures – we take pictures of each other in restaurants as souvenirs, don’t we? And hey, we’re PAYING for this stuff! But as in all things, there are things to ponder when doing so.

    1. Don’t be a flasher—if you must take a picture, TURN OFF THE DAMN FLASH. First of all, it’s probably going to look ugly…natural light is always best. Which isn’t to say that you have to bring your plate to a nearby windowsill and pretend it’s a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model.

    2. Be a ninja—discretion is advised. Especially in a fancy restaurant. By all means, shoot away if you wish, but it’s best to use a small camera or your quiet phone cam. Unless you’re with the press or you’re invited to take photos as a blogger, you don’t have to bust out the bad boy DSLRs and (gasp!) tripods. (It’s been known to happen!)

    3. Take me out of the dark, or don’t shoot at all. I don’t care how delicious your medium rare slab of expensive beef is—if it’s too dark to get a decent profile, why bother at all? Just enjoy the dining experience and play footsies with your dinner date. Provided it’s not your mom, dad or sibling—because that would be very awkward.

    4. Play only with yours—your food, I mean. Take your epic portraits of your own grub, bub, and not your seatmate’s, unless it’s okay with them. Like a good kid, always ask for permission.

    5. Never get in the way of another person’s eating. I myself have been guilty of this, myself: stopping someone from taking a bite of their much-awaited grub because I wanted to take a snapshot. I’ve realized that’s just douchy. Sorry, Mom. (Be especially wary at a slow-moving Chinese lauriat where EVERYONE just wants to eat. You might just get a chopstick poked in your eye.)

    Should food photography be banned? Personally, I don’t think so. I think it’s just a simple matter of minding your manners, and not getting in anyone’s way. Be a John Lloyd—sensitive.

    And it’s always good to remember why we gather to dine out in the first place: not to “Instagram that shit,” but to taste deliciousness; savor the atmosphere by being in the now—be it in some dingy beer-soaked bar or white table-cloth temple to haute cuisine or some hot dog cart at the supermarket; and make good conversation (an almost lost art in this smart phone age) and lasting memories.



    If that got you interested, you may visit JJ Yulo's blog on spot.ph entitled The Eat Log.
    . Monday, February 11, 2013 .


    Around December last year, I first visited this newly opened cupcake shop in Glorietta that is earning a buzz in the worldwide web right now. I blogged a sort of preview but never really got to post complete details because I didn't have the chance to dine in there.

    Last Saturday, we went to Glorietta to get myself new eyeglasses. And since we still had to wait for an hour before we can pick up my new spectacles, we decided to go back to Vanilla Cupcake Bakery to try their other desserts. The place was so full that time we had to wait for dinner time (so people would leave lol) and after 30 minutes or so, the place was finally almost empty.


    You got these mismatched chairs and tables all over, colorful displays, marshmallows, teacups, colored straws and grand draperies all throughout their space. I love how they put pay attention to details. There's so much to see, you feel like a little child playing with your tea set. Or, because of the lavish, heavy drapes and intricacy in their design, you can't help but say repeatedly, "Let them eat cake!" ala Marie Antoinette. Even though the cupcakes were lacking the wow you're looking for, the ambiance of the store is enough reason for you to keep coming back.

    Chairs were mostly from Heima and Daphne.
    The first three cupcake flavors I tried before were Vanilla, Luscious Salted Caramel and Red Velvet. I found the cupcakes a bit too sweet for me (this is coming from a person who absolutely loves sweets) and the cakes sadly were not that moist and crumbly. So this time, I didn't bother ordering their cupcakes but instead had these:

    Desserts were served with wooden utensils and a pitcher of water with paper cups
    The Red Velvet Cake was not that far from it's cupcake counterpart (no surprise there). But I have to say the frosting was better. You can actually taste the cream cheese and the sweetness is not that overpowering. A slice is huge, it's good for sharing. The cake was dense but not moist, it felt like it was refrigerated for too long.

    The boyfriend totally loved the Oreo Cheesecake (PhP 95). I was able to have a bite and surprisingly, the cheesecake filling was good. I thought it was pretty good because for the first time I didn't taste any sweetness that was dominating. The boyfriend later told me that the Oreo crust was really sweet. Oh, okay.

    My last pick was the Mango Panna Cotta (PhP 70). I really like this one. The mango chunks and mango puree (I assume) on top was perfect and refreshing. The panna cotta was not as creamy as I expected but I loved it nonetheless. It was smooth, the fruits chunks were perfectly sweet. I hope this one becomes a best seller in summer! It was too cute, it was served in a clear jar tied with a pink bow. You should definitely try this.

    If you're curious what the buzz is all about, go ahead and try it. For lovers of sweets, it's worth the try. Not every item on the menu is a hit but there are a few great pastries you'd definitely love!




    Vanilla Cupcake Bakery is located at 2/F Glorietta 4, East Drive, Ayala Center, Makati (directly in front of National Bookstore)

    . Sunday, February 10, 2013 .

    Life's Little Lists: Worth Pursuits

    What 3 activities do you find most meaningful?
    These 3 are on the top of my head right now:

    1. Redesigning/tweaking my blog. I find swimming through HTML and CSS codes therapeutic for some reason. I always find something wrong with my blog's design and I spend ridiculous amounts of time adjusting things, editing icons, changing the layout and I feel so damn accomplished after. Is that weird? Of course our personal space in the world wide web also, in a way, represents a part of who we are so I try my best to make everything look spick-and-span or at least, decent.

    2. Trying something new. This year, I promised my self to get out there and step out of my comfort zone. I find it exhilarating when I am given a chance to do/taste/see/try anything I haven't before. I give myself a pat on the back (or on my shoulder, much reachable lol) when I get to blog about new experiences in my life.

    3. Catching up with my family or close friends I haven't seen for a long time. I admit that living here in Makati makes going home to Cavite such a hard thing to do. I try to go home as much as I can (3 to 4 times a week tops) but there's moments I skip it because getting out of Cavite will take you at least 2 hours. When I am home though, I spend as much time with my mom/dad and brother and just talk about everything. I love that feeling. This goes the same with friends that I haven't seen in ages. I hope to see the people I miss so much soon.





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    . Saturday, February 02, 2013 .


    If you have read the things I posted here before, you're probably going "OMG Trish, that's why you so fat!" right now, or if you googled (yes, that's considered a verb now!) "Cupcake Lab" and somehow ended here, I can provide you some useful information.

    Okay. First things first. Since this post's been put up today (DUH), February is not No Blogging about Food Month. (click here if you have no clue what I'm jabbering about.) Just so we're clear. Heheh.

    Another cupcake shop. Yes. I don't know why lately I've been obsessing about trying every cupcake shop in town, and knowing which one is the best has been like my mission in life. I just can't resist sweets. I can't. And thought of trying out a new shop excites me.

    A week ago, a friend and I headed to Podium after work to try what Cupcake Lab has to offer. The name has a scientific ring to it which made me more curious.


    The cupcakes just looked gorgeous. Yep, not cute but gorgeous. Not your usual cute-as-a-button cupcake shop right here. I was asking before why cupcake shops were all in pastel colors with cutesy little things and dainty appearances. This was definitely different. I was pleasantly surprised with all the red and the black. We were bombarding CL crew Ate Judy with questions and she gladly answered every query. We were able to try some flavors first because they had those mini cupcakes (no, not for free! lol). I was just a tad disappointed that the flavors I wanted, Tiramisu (huhu) and Ferrero (double huhu), were not available. But still, I bought a box of 6, there were many flavors to try!

    From top left, clockwise: Cheesecake, Chocolate Chip, Green Tea, Peanut Butter Smores, Oreo Surprise, Red Velvet
    Sexy packaging LOL
    The first one I ate was the Cheesecake but I was so disappointed. Priced at PhP 100, it costs even more than the other flavors but I didn't like it at all. It's too pricey and not a bit delicious, no saving grace whatsoever. That's all I can say about that. One down, 5 more to go!