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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.

    Arbitrary Theory



    He was sitting on the opposite end of the bed, his face only illuminated by soft, yellow light.

    The air was thick with unspoken words and everything unacknowledged. She could see from the corner of her eye that he followed her every move. He said nothing. After she took a drag on her cigarette, she stood in front of him and leaned to whisper in his ear, "I don't want to go, too."

    I didn't want to go. I really didn't want to. But I had to.



    He was sitting on the opposite end of the bed, his face only illuminated by soft, yellow light.

    The air was thick with unspoken words and everything unacknowledged. She could see from the corner of her eye that he followed her every move. He said nothing. After she took a drag on her cigarette, she stood in front of him and leaned to whisper in his ear, "I don't want to go, too."

    I didn't want to go. I really didn't want to. But I had to.

    . Saturday, January 11, 2014 .

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