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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.

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    I never really knew how to dance. This dance.
    So I (unintentionally) kept stepping on your toes.

    When you first came up to me and asked me, "How's it going?" I just gave you the most sheepish grin. Because I really didn't know what to say. Sorry I walked away.

    When you first called me and asked me, "What are you doing?" All I could say was "Nothing." because I was really doing nothing. We never got past that, there was complete silence and a click. I'm sorry I hung up.

    The next day, you invited me to watch a movie. I figured, why not? Watching films doesn't require talking. You probably knew at that point I'm not good at that.

    When you first asked me, "What do you think of the movie?" I muttered, "Good." Because it was really good. Actually, it was great but I was not yet ready to let you see me gush about a freaking movie. Then you went on and on about how cool it was and I barely heard you discuss about colors and textures and soundtracks, I was looking at you, and I can now see you.

    When you first told me, "Let's have lunch." I said, "Okay. I know a great place." Well, I love food so I should know at least one great place, right?

    You gave me that funny puzzled look when I called out that you can't touch the food unless I've already taken photos of it. I laughed and told you, "Yes. I'm one of those people." You smiled then asked if I wanted to have my photo taken too. "Well, yes."

    When you first messaged me if we could have dinner, I never replied. I'm sorry.

    When I first saw you after not seeing you for quite a while, you just sat beside me and told me how your day went. I only half listened. Not that you bore me, I was just thinking of all the things I wanted to tell you. But I never did. All I said was, "It was really nice seeing you today." I don't know if you thought I was only being polite, but I did mean it.

    When you first saw me after work, waiting for a cab, looking exhausted and frazzled, you smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to eat breakfast, I almost wanted to run away from you at that very moment but fried rice and over easy eggs sounds like a wonderful idea.

    When we first sat alongside each other, you whispered to me, "Thanks for not being weird."

    Funny, that's what I've been wanting to tell you all along.


    I never really knew how to dance. This dance.
    So I (unintentionally) kept stepping on your toes.

    When you first came up to me and asked me, "How's it going?" I just gave you the most sheepish grin. Because I really didn't know what to say. Sorry I walked away.

    When you first called me and asked me, "What are you doing?" All I could say was "Nothing." because I was really doing nothing. We never got past that, there was complete silence and a click. I'm sorry I hung up.

    The next day, you invited me to watch a movie. I figured, why not? Watching films doesn't require talking. You probably knew at that point I'm not good at that.

    When you first asked me, "What do you think of the movie?" I muttered, "Good." Because it was really good. Actually, it was great but I was not yet ready to let you see me gush about a freaking movie. Then you went on and on about how cool it was and I barely heard you discuss about colors and textures and soundtracks, I was looking at you, and I can now see you.

    When you first told me, "Let's have lunch." I said, "Okay. I know a great place." Well, I love food so I should know at least one great place, right?

    You gave me that funny puzzled look when I called out that you can't touch the food unless I've already taken photos of it. I laughed and told you, "Yes. I'm one of those people." You smiled then asked if I wanted to have my photo taken too. "Well, yes."

    When you first messaged me if we could have dinner, I never replied. I'm sorry.

    When I first saw you after not seeing you for quite a while, you just sat beside me and told me how your day went. I only half listened. Not that you bore me, I was just thinking of all the things I wanted to tell you. But I never did. All I said was, "It was really nice seeing you today." I don't know if you thought I was only being polite, but I did mean it.

    When you first saw me after work, waiting for a cab, looking exhausted and frazzled, you smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to eat breakfast, I almost wanted to run away from you at that very moment but fried rice and over easy eggs sounds like a wonderful idea.

    When we first sat alongside each other, you whispered to me, "Thanks for not being weird."

    Funny, that's what I've been wanting to tell you all along.

    . Saturday, May 10, 2014 .

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