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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.


    The best things in life most of the time happen when you least expect it. House of Bulalugaw definitely falls under that category.

    After an afternoon of hanging out at Burn's house three Fridays ago (and a ~*~turbo chicken~*~ just for us three haha), going home to Makati became such a pain in the ass (Friday night + pay day ugh), I decided to tag along with them to Project 4 in Quezon City.

    Of course, I was hesitant to go with them at first because (a) I was still in yesterday's clothes, (b) I was really sleepy, (c) I had plans of doing my laundry that night and (d) I was still in yesterday's clothes. But I guess it seemed to be a better idea that time to go somewhere else than just to stand in the middle of Kalayaan for hours hoping a kind cab driver would brave the city traffic and drive me home without asking for additional PhP70 or something.

    When we arrived, their friends that we're supposed to meet there weren't there. Burn and Muffet immediately assumed they were in Bulalugaw. That's the first time I've heard of that word (and the place) and quite honestly, it doesn't sound very appetizing because it kept reminding me of the word baluga. Sorry. I'm just being honest here. LOL. But of course I understood the word play there, it was a combination of the words bulalo (bone marrow soup?) and lugaw (porridge).


    It's a hole-in-the-wall type of place situated in a residential neighborhood. I just remember seeing a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints beside it and a huge billboard on the backdrop (which was supposed to be already Katipunan according to Muffet), I'm geographically challenged so I'll just put their address at the end of this post.

    It wasn't Burn's first time there so he was already greeted by the owner, Alvin Bernales, upon our arrival, and asked for a serving of Bulalugaw. "First time?" was Sir Alvin's first question to both me and Muffet, and he immediately suggested we order their Bustek, which apparently is a must-try for the House of Bulalugaw newbies, also hinting that it's best eaten with rice. 

    I kind of died inside a little bit because I CAN'T HAVE RICE. I haven't had rice in a long while and I won't let this Bustek thing break me down! Hahaha. That's why I haven't eaten Monggo with Tilapia, Sinigang na Liempo and Adobong Pusit for the longest time because they are best eaten with rice. So we stood by our decision not to have the rice. Then Sir Alvin went ahead and made my life a little harder when he told us he'll keep it as a hanging offer just in case we changed our minds. Hahahaha. He was that confident. I have to admit I was a little scared to think that the Bustek was that delicious. DAMN IT.

    . Monday, March 24, 2014 .

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    . Monday, March 24, 2014 .


    The best things in life most of the time happen when you least expect it. House of Bulalugaw definitely falls under that category.

    After an afternoon of hanging out at Burn's house three Fridays ago (and a ~*~turbo chicken~*~ just for us three haha), going home to Makati became such a pain in the ass (Friday night + pay day ugh), I decided to tag along with them to Project 4 in Quezon City.

    Of course, I was hesitant to go with them at first because (a) I was still in yesterday's clothes, (b) I was really sleepy, (c) I had plans of doing my laundry that night and (d) I was still in yesterday's clothes. But I guess it seemed to be a better idea that time to go somewhere else than just to stand in the middle of Kalayaan for hours hoping a kind cab driver would brave the city traffic and drive me home without asking for additional PhP70 or something.

    When we arrived, their friends that we're supposed to meet there weren't there. Burn and Muffet immediately assumed they were in Bulalugaw. That's the first time I've heard of that word (and the place) and quite honestly, it doesn't sound very appetizing because it kept reminding me of the word baluga. Sorry. I'm just being honest here. LOL. But of course I understood the word play there, it was a combination of the words bulalo (bone marrow soup?) and lugaw (porridge).


    It's a hole-in-the-wall type of place situated in a residential neighborhood. I just remember seeing a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints beside it and a huge billboard on the backdrop (which was supposed to be already Katipunan according to Muffet), I'm geographically challenged so I'll just put their address at the end of this post.

    It wasn't Burn's first time there so he was already greeted by the owner, Alvin Bernales, upon our arrival, and asked for a serving of Bulalugaw. "First time?" was Sir Alvin's first question to both me and Muffet, and he immediately suggested we order their Bustek, which apparently is a must-try for the House of Bulalugaw newbies, also hinting that it's best eaten with rice. 

    I kind of died inside a little bit because I CAN'T HAVE RICE. I haven't had rice in a long while and I won't let this Bustek thing break me down! Hahaha. That's why I haven't eaten Monggo with Tilapia, Sinigang na Liempo and Adobong Pusit for the longest time because they are best eaten with rice. So we stood by our decision not to have the rice. Then Sir Alvin went ahead and made my life a little harder when he told us he'll keep it as a hanging offer just in case we changed our minds. Hahahaha. He was that confident. I have to admit I was a little scared to think that the Bustek was that delicious. DAMN IT.

    . Sunday, March 23, 2014 .



    There's just something about Chicago-based artist and musician Jeffrey Michael Austin's I'm Not Worried About You. Perhaps it was the contrasting message that was almost painful to look at. This particular installation was created using nails, thread and wood.


    The artwork showcases a severed tree bound to the message on the wall, "I'm not worried about you." But we can see that almost all the thread connecting the tree to the nails have snapped, also creating a weave of entanglements. I particularly like the opposing message of the words I'm not worried about you and the almost broken tree, with most of its bark chipped off and scattered on the ground, and with just a little nudge, everything will fall apart. The tree would be broken but it would also be free from being tethered to the wall.

    Everything about this is absolutely gripping and thought provoking.


    I'm Not Worried About You is part of Austin's series of installations called A Language Older Than You

    I also like his other works Eternally Composed and Always and Ever is Never Enough. You may check out his recent interview with Bite Magazine here, or read a review of his latest installation from the A Language Older Than You series, You Have No Idea, here.

    All images © Jeffrey Michael Austin

    . Friday, March 21, 2014 .

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    Cue James Morrison's You Give Me Something. <3
    . Wednesday, March 19, 2014 .

    LOOPS & LINKS

    Here's a round-up of this week's interesting Internet finds:

    1. End of the world cinema: A random movie theater that never once screened a film in the middle of a desert. The photos are hauntingly beautiful. Read full story here.


    2. L’instant qui précède, which translates to The moment before according to Google Translate. Black and white photos of some intimate, unguarded moments from different time periods. Here are my favorites out of the lot:


    3. Found this children's book in Awful Library Books! I know alcoholism is a serious matter and maybe the author's aim was to make children aware through stories portrayed by animals? I found it quite funny. The illustrations were great, the language is more for the adults though.


    4. Stumbled upon this visual data by Bloomberg about planes that have vanished (declared missing up to now) Post-WWII Era. Also, the website, PlaneCrashInfo.com, which had a list of cockpit voice recordings and transcripts of some aircrafts moments before they crashed.

    5. 20 years later: An oral history of 'Reality Bites.' It's been 20 years since this movie came out and sort of made us rethink about our lives, made us say "I was really going to be something by the age of 23." or made us take a risk and use Troy Dryer's line, "You and me and 5 bucks." It's still my go-to movie whenever I can't think of anything to watch on weekends. Never ever gets old.

    6. Dino's latest blog post, The Fall of the Dandelion Seed. I had to put it here because in my opinion, it's one of the best he's written.

    7. Luke Pearson's comic, Nostalgia. More of his incredible art here.


    . Monday, March 17, 2014 .

    Image from here.
    I admit that I'm not much of a reader when I was young. The first novel I was able to finish was Sidney Sheldon's The Naked Face. I was so into the suspense/mystery theme of that booked, it got me hooked on reading books ever since. I began reading classics since then as well. I also have a love-hate relationship with books turned into movies especially if I've read the book first.

    I try to read as much possible but of course, sometimes things just get too hectic. And once in a while, when I visit bookstores (Booksale FTW), I buy as much books as I can. I like stocking up on books so I could read something new whenever I want to.

    Thanks to technology, e-books are also widely available and I'm able to read books that aren't available locally. Nothing beats holding a real book, reading it on a weekend while sipping your favorite drink and just getting lost in your imagination but e-books suffice sometimes. It's a quick fix.

    Lately, I've had a lot of books I started reading but it took quite a while before I get to finish. Here's a list of books I'm currently reading and some books that I've acquired a copy for future reading:

    Currently Reading:
    The View from Saturday by E.L. Konigsburg. I actually don't have the physical book nor an e-book copy of this, just a pdf file I saw floating around the Internet. I stumbled upon an Instagram photo of this book and most of the comments said this is a great book so it got me really interested.

    Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. I've seen the movie a couple of years back and it broke my heart. It was such a sad movie. I never really knew that it was based from a book until I started Google-ing about the movie. I wanted to read the book because I really believe that the book is always better than the movie version of it.

    The Infernals by John Connolly. I came across a quote from the book on Facebook that really spoke to me. I downloaded a copy of the e-book immediately. Though this is classified as a Young Adult novel, I have high expectations with this book. I just started reading it and I really do hope it doesn't disappoint.


    Next in line:
    Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger | The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera | Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

    Have you read any of these books? What do you think? Do you have any other book suggestions? :)

    . Saturday, March 15, 2014 .


    To conclude blogging about our first trip to Baguio last year, I've consolidated the last 2 days because the highlight of those days were eating at Ketchup Food Community (also, seeing Peso Movement perform at Nostalgia Bar. Heeeeheee.)

    (Backtrack: Day 1: Glenn 50's Diner, Tam-Awan Village, ZOLA Cafe)
    (Backtrack: Day 2: Cafe by the Ruins, Oh My Gulay, Harrison Road night market, Pizza Volante)


    I didn't know about Ketchup until it was suggested to us by Muffet's friends. I haven't been to Baguio for so long, I honestly had no idea where to go or what place to try. We had a standing rule last year that we had to always try something new in terms of the place where we would eat. So when Ketchup was brought to our attention, we immediately went there the next day.

    It was described to us as a sort of a food court, a cluster of different restaurants, each with different cuisines to offer.




    . Thursday, March 13, 2014 .


    Most days, there's nothing more I wish you'd say than, "It's all in your head."

    Because most probably, it is. But there are times when I tend to blur the lines. If we have the ability to permit another person to access what's on our minds for short periods of time, I would gladly let you. In the finite parameters where we exist, somehow, I wish you could actually see through me and tell me what you think about all my thoughts. But then again, letting you in risks letting you know everything, and honestly, I can't do that. It's one consequence I don't think I can handle.

    It's all in your head. It's something reaffirming, something concrete, yet not that crushing. It validates something but comes off more of a shrug. Those words have weight that'll tug my heart but I'll eventually let go. It sounds like some random comment one would've made in passing and we could move forward to another topic of conversation. It makes something not much a big of a deal.

    Though those words would relieve me of all this ruminating, I'd rather not you have it say it anyway. Because that just means one thing. And honestly, I would never ever want to come to that point.

    So for now, I'd just say it to myself until such a time that it makes complete sense.

    Yes, it's all in your head.



    This post is in response to Truth Thursdays' previous prompt, I Wish You Would Say. 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.
    . Wednesday, March 12, 2014 .


    1. The House of Bulalugaw's Bustek
    One of the best things I've eaten this weekend. Will be blogging about it soon.
    You have to try it. Seriously.

    2. Awesome weekend with the awesomest people!

    3. Finally making it home. (Haha. After 2 days!)

    4. Impromptu breakfast with the bestfriend, Natz.

    5. My old man's 59th birthday celebration. :)

    6. A random reminder from my favorite childhood snack, Yanyan.

    . Monday, March 10, 2014 .


    It's a Monday night and I had a few other things that I'm supposed to put here but I want to take a moment to just say that after a really long time, I feel genuinely happy. I just want to say that out loud. And it's not even the fleeting kind. It's not the who got over who first kind. It's just realizing you got everything you need right now when you're not asking for much. It's having the best kind of people surrounding you. It's being inspired and inspiring others. It's everything that's left after the chaos. I do hope it stays for good but we both know nothing lasts forever. I just want something to remind me that at one point in my life, I've felt truly at peace.

    Thank you. :)

    . Tuesday, March 04, 2014 .

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    7:15 AM.

    I am standing in line inside this coffee shop a few blocks from where I work. It was the usual scene. Busy bodies, the air smelled like caffeine, light background music and the stream of sunlight penetrating through the windows. It was just like any given morning.

    This certain song played and I can't help but chuckle. It was a random morning made a little better because this coffee shop that I basically go to everyday suddenly plays my favorite song. I was next in line when the door swung open and I heard a familiar voice greet another person, "Good morning."

    And like some cliche scene out of a cheesy movie I would never ever watch but it's so cliche it's been repeated in other ways over and over again, I looked at you and you smiled at me, all while the chorus of my favorite song was playing. All I could think of at that moment was God damn it. God damn it. God damn it. I try my best to smile back without that ridiculous twitching of the left corner of my lips when I'm so damn nervous. I really do hope my lips didn't twitch because I could not remember.

    Of course you'd smile at me. We're friends. I met you at the most right and wrong time of our lives but I'm still thankful anyway.

    "Cafe Mocha, tall, right?" asked the perky barista behind the counter.

    Wha -- "Yes." Disrupting my train of thought was the reason I was here in the first place. I forgot I was next in line. I wonder how long I've been standing there looking like a complete idiot.

    After I got my morning caffeine fix from the counter, I scanned the room for your face. We caught each other's eyes and you signaled a gesture of something like Let's go outside to smoke.

    That's another funny thing with you. You always go to coffee shops but never get anything. You're just there to smoke. I remember you telling me that the first day we met, and I find it really quite bizarre and hilarious. You told me, "The smell of coffee is more than enough to get me through the day. That, and I just love to people watch." My brows creased at the thought of 'people watching.' And before I could ask, you continued, "No. Not the perverted kind, silly. I just like observing people. I just sit here, have a couple of smokes and watch people, just see how they start their mornings, for about 10 minutes then  I'm good. It's therapeutic, actually."

    The next time we met, at some other coffee shop within the vicinity of where we both live, I gave you a playlist. After you took a drag on your first smoke, I handed you the CD and you read out loud what I scribbled in front, "For your people watching needs, weirdo." We both broke into laughter. I think that sealed the deal. You had been my best guy friend ever since.

    . Monday, March 03, 2014 .

    Image from Brock Davis

    There are years that ask questions and years that answer. I came across this line from a book while I was browsing online. And I thought maybe all this time I have been asking the wrong questions or waiting to hear the wrong answers.

    Life has changed so much. I bet if I would come across my past self today, she would be as surprised as I am right now. One day you wake up and realize things seem to be on your side. Then it hits you, things have begun to take a turn for the better. One day you wake up and realize you are in a good place, and you got everything you need.

    There are times when you can't fathom the reasons behind what happened, you keep obsessing about the minute details on where you went wrong. Then there are times when you just stop asking and begin to accept everything. There will come a time that your perspectives will change and you'll realize that what you have right now is so much more important than what you've lost. There will come a time when it will dawn you that you have to do something, make a move to achieve what you want to achieve.

    Sounds easy but we both know it's easier said and done. There are no shortcuts. I think I've mentioned the word time a lot already, you'd already know what you need first and foremost. Yes, time. And a lot of effort, too, to make it there. Don't forget to throw in a few good friends, some inspiration and the best kind of music to accompany you along the way. You will get there, don't worry. That's what I tell myself everyday. And maybe I'm already there, finally. The journey would be rough at first but when you get there, it would be beautiful.

    So far, it's been a good year. Scratch that. It has been a great year.

    Not a bad way to start March. Not bad at all. :)

    “Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. 
    Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. 
    So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.”
    - Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston