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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.


    Inside a bookstore was where they first met.

    That's what she first remembered when she thought about him today. Today felt so distant from that moment and yet, it still lingers. She instantly pictured in her mind this funny way of how he ate his hamburger, still, from that day.

    He removed the top bun. Arranged a few pieces of french fries on top of the patty and drizzled tomato ketchup. Then placed the top bun back and pressed down the hamburger hard. That's how he did it. He did that, then he shyly smiled at me and took a bite. She fondly remembered.

    A soft kiss planted on her lips while she pretended to sleep in his arms.

    That's how she really fell in love. They were young and it was sweet.

    A couple of years changed a lot of things. She thought things were so simple but later found out that she was very wrong. She thought about all the mistakes, the fights, the silent treatments, and after all that's been said and not said, they'd still come running back to each other. It was almost poisonous. It was almost her death each and everytime.

    Afternoons spent on a park just people watching and talking about their lives. Listening to his CDs. Laughing about everything. Counting the buses that pass by. And by 9 in the evening, he would drop her off at the bus station. That's the part I missed the most, she thought. She can't help but smile. Life was a notch less complicated and petty fights always translated to kiss-and-make-ups on afternoon dates.

    Then come another mistake. And another. And another. And somehow things got so blurry. They stopped talking. They started yelling. War of words ensued and pride began to take over. They started to count each other's mistakes. There was silence. Unconsciously, they built a wall in between them.

    She took her journal and wrote the words You're all I ever know. She stood up and folded her left hand across her chest. She fiddled a little more and lighted a cigarette.

    She just stared at her reflection for a long moment. She felt she's going to well up in tears. And at that particular point when she was almost going to burst, she thought of the better days. After she blew smoke into the air a couple of times, she crushed the cigarette with her left foot.

    She remembered that very first time they walked by the seashore. It was just this year. She mentally added. They walked along a shoreline while the sun was setting. The periwinkle skies slowly turning black. Stars slowly appeared above them. Holding each other's hands so tight because they both know they loved every moment of it. They talked about their future and how they can't imagine their lives without each other.

    Things went downhill ever since. She quit. But then, she couldn't deny that she was desperately pleading the heavens that quitting would eventually turn to things getting better for the both of them. Their relationship was such a huge chunk of her life, it was quite surreal that it has come to an end.

    Now, she was finally at peace with herself. Things had come a long way from where they were before. Things took such an ugly turn, they had no choice but to untie their knots.

    She needed to remember those little things because they were the ones that were forgotten, the ones that were overlooked. Those were the tidbits they should've looked back at when things were at its worse. Those were the little reminders that there was something good from all of this. That at some point in time, things were perfect and everything is how they want it to be.

    She's now smiling when she thought, Well, we had a good run, you and I. Thank you.



    "Most things are forgotten over time. But still, no matter how much time passes, 
    no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things 
    we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. 
    They remain with us forever, like a touchstone."
    ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore


    This post is in response to Truth Thursdays' current prompt, We Have Forgotten. Truth Thursdays exists to connect people through writing. To initiate something honest, thoughtful and meaningful. If you want to know more about Truth Thursdays and how to be a part of it, read here.

    . Friday, September 27, 2013 .

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    . Friday, September 27, 2013 .


    Inside a bookstore was where they first met.

    That's what she first remembered when she thought about him today. Today felt so distant from that moment and yet, it still lingers. She instantly pictured in her mind this funny way of how he ate his hamburger, still, from that day.

    He removed the top bun. Arranged a few pieces of french fries on top of the patty and drizzled tomato ketchup. Then placed the top bun back and pressed down the hamburger hard. That's how he did it. He did that, then he shyly smiled at me and took a bite. She fondly remembered.

    A soft kiss planted on her lips while she pretended to sleep in his arms.

    That's how she really fell in love. They were young and it was sweet.

    A couple of years changed a lot of things. She thought things were so simple but later found out that she was very wrong. She thought about all the mistakes, the fights, the silent treatments, and after all that's been said and not said, they'd still come running back to each other. It was almost poisonous. It was almost her death each and everytime.

    Afternoons spent on a park just people watching and talking about their lives. Listening to his CDs. Laughing about everything. Counting the buses that pass by. And by 9 in the evening, he would drop her off at the bus station. That's the part I missed the most, she thought. She can't help but smile. Life was a notch less complicated and petty fights always translated to kiss-and-make-ups on afternoon dates.

    Then come another mistake. And another. And another. And somehow things got so blurry. They stopped talking. They started yelling. War of words ensued and pride began to take over. They started to count each other's mistakes. There was silence. Unconsciously, they built a wall in between them.

    She took her journal and wrote the words You're all I ever know. She stood up and folded her left hand across her chest. She fiddled a little more and lighted a cigarette.

    She just stared at her reflection for a long moment. She felt she's going to well up in tears. And at that particular point when she was almost going to burst, she thought of the better days. After she blew smoke into the air a couple of times, she crushed the cigarette with her left foot.

    She remembered that very first time they walked by the seashore. It was just this year. She mentally added. They walked along a shoreline while the sun was setting. The periwinkle skies slowly turning black. Stars slowly appeared above them. Holding each other's hands so tight because they both know they loved every moment of it. They talked about their future and how they can't imagine their lives without each other.

    Things went downhill ever since. She quit. But then, she couldn't deny that she was desperately pleading the heavens that quitting would eventually turn to things getting better for the both of them. Their relationship was such a huge chunk of her life, it was quite surreal that it has come to an end.

    Now, she was finally at peace with herself. Things had come a long way from where they were before. Things took such an ugly turn, they had no choice but to untie their knots.

    She needed to remember those little things because they were the ones that were forgotten, the ones that were overlooked. Those were the tidbits they should've looked back at when things were at its worse. Those were the little reminders that there was something good from all of this. That at some point in time, things were perfect and everything is how they want it to be.

    She's now smiling when she thought, Well, we had a good run, you and I. Thank you.



    "Most things are forgotten over time. But still, no matter how much time passes, 
    no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things 
    we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. 
    They remain with us forever, like a touchstone."
    ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore


    This post is in response to Truth Thursdays' current prompt, We Have Forgotten. Truth Thursdays exists to connect people through writing. To initiate something honest, thoughtful and meaningful. If you want to know more about Truth Thursdays and how to be a part of it, read here.

    . Tuesday, September 24, 2013 .


    Feeling a bit down lately and I can't get my head to focus on anything. I'm sick right now so I decided to stay home and spend time with my folks. Sometimes, you just really need to be with people who matter. My mom always knows the right things to make me feel better.

    "Good riddance!" as my friends say. I'm just going through some kind of ridiculous 70% withdrawal phase (no, I'm not an addict) and 30% pity phase. This will all be over very soon, I've been here before.

    On a lighter note, October is fast approaching. I remember we just wrapped up our Baguio trip and now, it's the end of the month again. It's finally my birth month and I can't wait to celebrate it with my friends! Baguio Part 2? Zambales? Laiya? Also, La Union again by the end of the month for the Soul Surf Festival 2013! <3

    I promise to do better next month. Baguio trip will be posted very soon. I've got a 4-day weekend coming up and hopefully, my brain would be up and running again. Before I know it, I would be humming to this song again with a smile on my face.

    Thanks for reading! :)

    . Monday, September 23, 2013 .









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    . Wednesday, September 18, 2013 .

    Poster from The Better Story's Facebook page
    Ithaca represents a journey as much as a destination. We are all looking for our place in the world. We are all looking for a place to belong. We are all looking for Ithaca.

    If you would like to join, email betterstoryproject@gmail.com for slot reservation.

    Workshop details:
    Date: September 28, 2013
    Time: 2:00 PM - 4:00 PM
    Venue: CU-5, Prince David Condominium, along Katipunan Ave.
    Fee: Php 250, inclusive of food & drinks
    Speaker: Ms. Chris Lacdao

    "As you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
    pray that your journey be a long one,
    filled with adventure, filled with discovery."

    . Tuesday, September 17, 2013 .


    For those moments when all we want is to love and be loved, when love is everything and nothing, when you have so much more to give and there is nothing left, when you're stuck in reverse, when you're left wanting so much more, when it was not meant to be, when the lies are the truths, when you gave up and never looked back, and when you realize that you finally got it right again.

    Love, love, love,
    Love is just greed
    It's almost taken me
    But now I can see
    Love, love, love,
    Love is just greed
    A selfish little need
    You follow or you lead
    If we really love ourselves,
    How do you love somebody else? 

    Tracks:
    01 // The Morning Benders - Wet Cement
    02 // The xx - Sunrise
    03 // Minus The Bear - We Are Not A Football Team
    04 // Coconut Records - West Coast
    05 // Architecture in Helsinki - B4 3D
    06// She & Him - I Could've Been Your Girl
    07 // Gorillaz - On Melancholy Hill
    08 // Rilo Kiley - Portions For Foxes
    09 // Temper Trap - Soldier On
    10 // Passion Pit - Love Is Greed

    Listen to the playlist here.

    Image retrieved from Artflakes.com

    . Monday, September 16, 2013 .


    1. Tam-awan Cafe's Hot Chocolate.
    Sure, it may be just Swiss Miss with marshmallows but we only paid around PhP130 for this,
    2 refillable cups of coffee, a cheese spongecake and a raisin cookie! How awesome is that?

    2. The fog at 2 in the afternoon.
    The photo was taken at Oh My Gulay and 2 PM came, the city was covered in fog, we
    really cannot see anything outside the window anymore!

    3. That awkward stance.
    Saw Peso Movement perform at Nostalgia Bar. Heehee.

    4. This puppy.
    So cute and fluffy and and affectionate. 

    5. VW Kombi!
    Actually, there were 3 of these parked 2 blocks away from where we stayed.

    6. Hot mint tea in a beautiful teacup and saucer.

    . Saturday, September 14, 2013 .


    I was quickly drawn to Argentinian artist Irana Douer's artwork because of it's femininity, bold colors and shapes, and the certain shadiness of the female subjects. At first glance, it was very intriguing. Actually, most of the characters display mystic and innocence, like they are possessing deep, dark secrets with those sinister eyes but their exposure also shows their vulnerability. The manner that she depicts the hair is exceptional, too. Such strong contrasts in the simple, minimalist illustrations and detailed lines and geometry.

    Every piece provokes a thought, a feeling, sometimes, sympathy. As a woman, it's almost instantaneous that I felt a connection. After looking at most of her creations, in my mind, I imagined each and every character existed in some fantasy world of vibrant hues and emotional symbolism.

    Here are some of my favorites:




    Irana also runs an online art magazine called Ruby Mag which features the works of different artist. She then translated it to a gallery and shop which she also curates. She also designs and sells eco-friendly bags, stickers and pillowcases on her Etsy Shop. No new items at the moment though.

    Image credits to Future Positive

    All images used are property of Irana Douer.
    . Friday, September 13, 2013 .

    
    
    It was long overdue.

    Believe it or not, I think I am maturing with every year that passes.

    Two years ago, I was at a crossroad. I know it was a bit selfish but I just had to make a choice. It was a long time coming anyway. I can't prolong it anymore. Eventhough I knew my parents were absolutely against it, I took the plunge. I was a bit lost, I didn't quite know what I really wanted career-wise, so I worked at a call center.

    Last year, I found out about the company I'm working for now. And let me just say, this was the best job I had. I realized if I pretended I wanted to still work as an engineer, if I hadn't made the move, I wouldn't be where I am now. I wouldn't be this happy. I wouldn't feel as contented.

    This year, I encountered another fork in the road again. It's this specific aspect of my life that was constantly put on a hold for another individual's convenience. It was an unending carousel, a sickening time travel, but all those never really got me anywhere. I was just stuck and clueless. I knew it was selfish, again, as I chose to do some things at another person's expense but I can't wait no more. It's about time I ask the question. It's about time I stop being passive and letting the chips fall where they may and all that crap. It's about time I take a hold of the wheel.

    I did. And what I learned from that experience is that not everything that you had a hard time getting is worth having. I wish I knew better from the start, I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble. But then again, we'd never know anything unless we've experienced it. I am just so happy I finally had answers. I finally knew the truth and now, I am free from it. I am at peace.

    I'm glad I didn't wait any longer. I'm happy to say that it's all finally behind me.

    To the person that I hurt the most when all of this happened, I am sorry. I know faults and shortcomings aren't reasons to justify but thank you for still sticking with me. I guess, it was really you all along.

    "If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives."
    - Lemony Snicket


    This post is in response to Truth Thursdays' current prompt, Can't Wait No More. Truth Thursdays exists to connect people through writing. To initiate something honest, thoughtful and meaningful. If you want to know more about Truth Thursdays and how to be a part of it, read here

    . Tuesday, September 10, 2013 .


    (I figured that while I'm still sorting all the photos we took during our Baguio trip, I should publish some of my drafted entries. I still have 9 half-finished posts and who knows when I'll get to finish everyfreakingthing.)


    Back when I was in grade school, I hated eating breakfast because I had this mentality that breakfast is evil: a) it disrupts my sleep and b) eventhough I'm still half-awake, I have to chow down what my parents prepared for us that morning just because I needed something to fill my tummy before going to school. Now, of course, it's a different story. I have deep appreciation and love for breakfast food.

    Through the years, breakfast food has been reinvented in so many ways but somehow, it still provides us that same warmth and comforting feeling. Also, for me, breakfast food is the safe choice if you don't know what to eat.

    I have professed a lot of times how I love breakfast food. If there's a new all-day breakfast restaurant, I'm there. I have this belief now that a great plate of breakfast food can definitely create a good mood for the entire day.

    More all-day breakfast restaurants sprouted this year and Early Bird Breakfast Club is one of them.


    I was half-expecting that we would be the first ones there so I could take lots of photos but unfortunately, there was already a group of people occupying the long table in the middle. So I had take photos from where I was sitting. The place is small but you can't help but love all the details.

    The magic of mirrors: Illusion of space
    The colors were cheerful and bright. Stepping into this place already made me happy. They've got wooden chairs and tables with the upholstery in different pastel shades, perfectly jiving with that huge blue mural on the right side of the wall and those wooden chevron-shaped arrows embedded everywhere else. Those bits of details really made a huge difference on the restaurant's overall appeal!


    . Sunday, September 08, 2013 .


    Me and my friends are still in Baguio as of the moment, I just had to post a quick update. We're on a 4-day trip here in this fantastic city and I am definitely enjoying every minute of it!

    We had a lot of food adventures (found a lot of great food joints), went to a few places and watched Peso Movement perform! I met a lot of people, too!

    Is it still that cold? Yes, especially at night! Fog starts to envelope the city around 2 PM. It's raining frequently, too! I love the weather and the food! It's delicious yet affordable!

    I'm so excited to share everything!