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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.


    (by Junot Diaz)

    "You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. 


    You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. 

    You stop drinking. 

    You stop smoking. 

    You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. You blame your father. You blame your mother. You blame the patriarchy. You blame Santo Domingo. You find a therapist. 

    You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. You start taking salsa classes like you always swore you would so that the two of you could dance together. You claim that you were sick, you claim that you were weak—It was the book! It was the pressure!— and 

    every hour like clockwork you say that 
    you’re 
    so 
    so 
    sorry. 

    You try it all, but one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more, and, Ya, and you will have to move from the Harlem apartment that you two have shared. 

    You consider not going. 
    You consider a squat protest. 
    In fact, you say won’t go. 

    But in the end 

    you do."

    . Sunday, July 21, 2013 .

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    . Sunday, July 21, 2013 .


    (by Junot Diaz)

    "You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. 


    You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. 

    You stop drinking. 

    You stop smoking. 

    You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. You blame your father. You blame your mother. You blame the patriarchy. You blame Santo Domingo. You find a therapist. 

    You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. You start taking salsa classes like you always swore you would so that the two of you could dance together. You claim that you were sick, you claim that you were weak—It was the book! It was the pressure!— and 

    every hour like clockwork you say that 
    you’re 
    so 
    so 
    sorry. 

    You try it all, but one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more, and, Ya, and you will have to move from the Harlem apartment that you two have shared. 

    You consider not going. 
    You consider a squat protest. 
    In fact, you say won’t go. 

    But in the end 

    you do."

    . Saturday, July 20, 2013 .


    We chanced upon this place when we were on our way to Greenbelt to eat. After a few minutes of wandering around Greenbelt 5 we were still undecided so we settled to come back here because I was craving for something Pinoy. That, and we figured, why not try something new?

    I don't know why but something about the color and the general feeling of the place reminded me of Vanilla Cupcake Bakery. I kept thinking that this new but vintage-themed restaurant is brought to us by the same people that launched the Kamiseta and Vanilla Cupcake Bakery brands. But hey, I could be wrong.

    Main dining area
    The kitchen a few steps down
    Shelves adorned with vintage trinkets and things


    . Thursday, July 18, 2013 .


    I finally hopped on the IHOP train a few weeks back after all the fuss has fizzled a little. 'A little' because IHOP still gets quite a queue on weekends. But since I had a schedule opposite most of the normal working people, we had that marvelous (haha) chance to go there and be seated right away. Whew!

    I'm sure you've heard about IHOP. You may know about them because you've been to the States before or you just heard this story where people wait hours and hours just to dine in at this certain pancake restaurant.

    Personally, one of my reasons for trying this place is the latter. I thought, "It's that good, huh?" Some blogs have a point of comparison since these people were able to dine and feel the IHOP atmosphere at some other foreign land. They had certain expectations. Well, me, too, of course. But still the question rings in my head and it's so persistent, "It's really that good, huh?" I've been putting off going here for too long that I already had high expectations with their pancakes at least.



    So far so good. The gods must be smiling down on me that time because there was no queue whatsoever. We then went up to the second floor. The staff were quick as they handed out their menu as soon as we got settled. The place was packed and things felt rushed. Like everyone kept on passing by. I think it's best to get seats beside the glass windows because this part felt a bit too dim. Also, I don't know if it's like this everyday, but at some point, things got a bit too loud. Too much laughter, too many utensils clinking on plates, too many people talking at the same time. The place's not as laid back as I hoped it would be.


    . Wednesday, July 17, 2013 .


    Wishlist for a person who got lost and was never found
    (after Jeffrey McDaniel)

    I want a fortune teller who convinces her customers 
    they will end up with the person they love no matter what.

    I want an entire year of silence with only the sound of whales
    splashing in the surf to guide me home at night.

    I want to pay a prostitute five dollars to sit in my bed
    and hold my hand, nothing else.

    I want a month without hurricanes because they remind me
    too much of how my father left us when we were young
    and still sucking our thumbs, and tore up our lives.

    I want someone to look me in the eye when they talk
    about their feelings.

    I want the breath between you and me in winter to be
    all the things we could never say to each other,
    spelled out in front of our faces like smoke.

    I want to play telephone with a paper cup
    and have to wonder whether the person on the other end
    really means what they’re saying.

    I want to stick myself under your door like dead leaves
    so people will step over me like they always have.

    I want a pair of scissors that won’t hurt me.

    I want an apology that rings true.

    . Thursday, July 11, 2013 .


    We had the opportunity to taste Singapore's much raved about cupcakes last month when a friend from work had a week-long vacation there and agreed to buy us a dozen. Having tasted cupcakes from most of the front runners of the cupcake industry in the Philippines, I was certainly all giddy and excited to sample cupcakes from another country!

    I've learned that Twelve Cupcakes is a business founded by Singaporean celebrity husband-and-wife Daniel Ong and Jamie Teo. According to some interviews, the couple named their store as such because Daniel used to be a bowler, and in bowling, 12 strikes constitutes a perfect game. Also, according to Jamie, it is because there are 12 holes in a standard baking tray.

    Since we're not in the physical store, Charm, Ian and I each picked 4 flavors from their website so we could try a variety of their offerings. They also have specials that are only available on specific months and specific days. So be sure to check those out.

    My choices were Red Velvet, PB Chocolate, Strawberry Chocolate and Vanilla Chocolate. Of course, I also tried Ian's picks.


    . Sunday, July 07, 2013 .


    Being a working girl living in the city, one of the challenges is finding healthy food to eat everyday. I work on night shifts, so I practically sleep all day and by the time I wake up, I've got just enough time to prepare myself for the workday ahead. Most of the time, before going home or before sleeping, I either have something delivered or buy something on the way home. It's always a dilemma finding a healthier food option everyday.

    Although far from being the healthiest choice, fast food remains at the top of my list as my popular choice because it’s readily available. Maybe that's why we always resort to these quick fixes because they are available everywhere, even be delivered right at your doorstep. But they are known to often be high in sugar, fat, and calories while containing minimal nutrients. So guilty here! It's a good thing Denver, Colorado-based sandwich restaurant, Quiznos, has partnered with the ACA Group and recently introduced the celebrated toasted and healthy sandwiches in the Philippines.


    I was able to visit a Quiznos branch about a month ago when I was looking for a healthy option while in Shangri La mall. Been seeing tarps of Quiznos around Makati so it got me a bit curious.

    . Thursday, July 04, 2013 .


    1. A college buddy's surprise birthday party and other surprises

    2. Khaleesi, the dog, peeking through the window as if waiting for something

    3. After party comfort food: Angel's Burger's Hungarian Sausage Sandwich with egg and cheese

    4. Joining the IHOP bandwagon

    5. Tattoo cover-up design prospect

    6. Spam + Omelette with love <3

    . Wednesday, July 03, 2013 .


    "What if you never met me?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "You'd be telling the same thing to someone else."
    "Okay. If you don't want to hear it."
    "I don't want to hear anything. I want to know how you feel."
    "Okay, my feelings say... that you're the best."
    "Who is your feelings anyway?"
    "It's me. My heart."
    "Your heart says, 'Hi, Manni. She's the one.'"
    "Exactly."

    Run Lola Run (1998)