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I wish you’ve been around more so I could listen to your stories about you and grandpa back in the day. I wish you’ve been around more so we could go have an Audrey Hepburn marathon all day long. I wish you’ve been around more so I could give you an Elvis Presley album collection. I wish you’ve been around more so you could see your grandchildren graduate from high school and college. I wish you’ve been around more so I could spoil you with your heart’s desires.  I wish you’ve been around more so I could tell you how much I love you. 

But you’re gone now and it’s the hardest thing I could ever accept in my life.

There were occurrences that I’ll torture myself with thoughts on those times I didn’t cherish more moments with you or if I’ve ever been rude to you. Other times, I’ll think about how happy you would be because after sixteen years, you’re finally reunited with lolo. Sometimes, it’s a mix of both. These rollercoaster of thoughts always gets me throughout some days and I never told anyone that I’m fighting these battles.

But we all know that we’ll never get you back. I’ll never go home and anticipate the smell of your oils you put on your feet. I’ll never go to Cavite and relish your hugs and kisses and tell me, “how was your trip?”. I’ll never open the fridge and find your medicines and insulin. I’ll never find you in the middle of the night poring over your prayer books. It’s especially hard for our uncle, who depended on you for so many years. He’s a lot more broken than the rest of us. How will he cope? How will he deal with your loss? 

Despite these, I know that you’re watching over us and guiding us everyday. I know that you’re in a peaceful place now, hopefully with lolo and dancing to Moon River by Frank Sinatra. We’re all trying to be positive about the whole thing. It’s been tough, but we hope to see brighter days. 

I’ll see you soon, golden girl. You’re finally home now, but we’ll miss you every single day. 

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Due to failed plans of getting a reservation at Your Local, my friends and I headed to The Fort to fulfill our Hungry Hound dreams. We’ve wanted to eat at this place for so long and last night was definitely a spontaneous trip to get here.

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The Hungry Hound is a gastropub while Niner Ichi Nana is the adjacent craft cocktail bar next door only separated by a velvet curtain. Both places are co-managed by none other than Erwan Heussaf (!!!!). After the waitress told is that we could cross-order our food from Hound to Niner, we decided to move to Niner instead so we could all drink after dinner. Honestly, I preferred the environment of Niner more than Hound because it’s much more relaxed and that dim lights and velvety leather couch are so sexy doe.

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I ordered the Pan Seared Chicken Breast. Flavorful and the portion was actually big. I would’ve enjoyed it a lot more if it had rice, tho. 

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Casper’s Paprika Boiled Salmon. Not much of a fan of the salmon, but the beans surrounding it was really good!

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Bandr on the other hand, ordered Mussel Mac and Cheese. I was quite disappointed when I saw his food though, the serving was kind of small. But then again, this is really good. I never thought mussels would taste great with mac and cheese.

We also ordered a plate of Duck Fat Fries (not in the picture) and it was the best fries I’ve ever tasted in my whole life. I urge you to get it when you try to eat here, you won’t regret it! I’m still salivating as I type this, that’s how orgasmic the fries are. 

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And then after dinner, it was time for drinks! Us drinking is definitely a rare occasion and it feels good to just talk and unwind and stuff. I ordered the Gin Fizz on the left and was taken aback on how tall my drink is. Anyway, it’s really good and it has the citrus twang in it (I’m not really a fan of the hard stuff, I prefer citrus booze than anything else). Casper had the Mai Tai while Bandr had Coco Jam (Imagine alcohol mixed with sago and gulaman. Weird, I know but Bandr seemed to like it!).

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Overall, it was truly a great night. The food was kind of hit and miss but the ambiance was cozy and the service was beyond what we imagined (the crew was really accommodating). We’re planning to go back here again on my birthday though and I can’t wait. 

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Dar, Casper, and I were supposed to eat at Your Local but when we went there, it was still closed so we opted to hang out at the nearby coffee shop, Yardstick instead.

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(Photo credit goes to Casper)

I’ve bee reading up the hype of this place through Instagram and food blogs. It’s an independent coffee shop and when we went inside, the vibe feels so different unlike going to Starbucks. The place looks clean with it’s white walls, long wooden tables, and it’s minimalist theme.

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Since we’re new and have no idea what to get, I approached the barista to give us hints on what to order. He was very accommodating plus he definitely knows what he’s talking about regarding coffee! He gave us the starters on what we want (coffee based or not, hot or cold, cappuccino or espresso). I ordered a white cappuccino blend, which was so unlike me because I usually order cold drinks at coffee shops.

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They also have a wide range of artsy and cultured magazines, which was refreshing because my eyes were waiting to be fed by amazing photographs and recommendations regarding music and books that I need to hear and see.

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Candid shots by Casper. I was in the middle of brushing my hair with mmy hands when he took the photo, hence my messy hair. The next photo shows me instagrammin’ my coffee and Filmme Fatales magazine.

Our Yardstick experience was truly amazing and I’d love to go back here again! Best of all, it’s only a short walk from my condo so hooray for easy access! I wouldn’t mind spending hours getting lost in a good book or doing my school stuff here.

You either love beginnings or you don’t.

I decided to make a new blog that is still under my namesake, caricature of intimacy. I’ve been using this url for five years now and I can’t bear to let it go, it still holds a place in my heart. My old blog was sort of cluttered and I just wanted to start fresh and post more positive things instead of the usual rants.

I was this close to deleting my old blog but I didn’t. It’s still up under a new url instead. Feel free to click and browse, I don’t think I’ll ever touch it again.