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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.

    There's A Giraffe


    Sometimes, it feels like 2014.

    It would be such an easy feat to pour everything here when it gets too in my face (or when my head's way, way, wayyy above the clouds) but I can't, I won't and I shouldn't. I once in a while go to seek the great perhaps, as that book says, and I surprisingly strike gold, like the good *good* kind -- the kind that makes you beam with happiness, the kind that gets all your atoms excited, the kind that makes you selfish and not share it with anyone else, the kind that brings comfort because it's got that "Finally." feel to it, the kind that doesn't make you change one bit of yourself, the kind that polishes and boosts, the kind that you're, let's admit it, craving for, for a long time. 

    But -- yes, great things always come with buts -- I find myself once again in that familiar situation. Seems like I always find a way to crawl back in that box: perfect but untouchable. "You're uninvited, an unfortunate slight."

    2014, I'm getting off this not so merry merry-go-round.

    Sometimes, it feels like 2014.

    It would be such an easy feat to pour everything here when it gets too in my face (or when my head's way, way, wayyy above the clouds) but I can't, I won't and I shouldn't. I once in a while go to seek the great perhaps, as that book says, and I surprisingly strike gold, like the good *good* kind -- the kind that makes you beam with happiness, the kind that gets all your atoms excited, the kind that makes you selfish and not share it with anyone else, the kind that brings comfort because it's got that "Finally." feel to it, the kind that doesn't make you change one bit of yourself, the kind that polishes and boosts, the kind that you're, let's admit it, craving for, for a long time. 

    But -- yes, great things always come with buts -- I find myself once again in that familiar situation. Seems like I always find a way to crawl back in that box: perfect but untouchable. "You're uninvited, an unfortunate slight."

    2014, I'm getting off this not so merry merry-go-round.
    . Tuesday, December 06, 2016 .

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