Pedal Strike

TweetEndless summer. It’s already August but I’m trying to keep it endless. Grasping on to the last hot, sticky days of summer; simultaenously hating the humidly drenching heat but addicted to the feel of the sun pushing its rays onto my bare shoulders. And just when the clear days are no longer being so coy, […]

TweetI promised myself I wouldn’t mention it. But you know how it goes. Promises made to yourself are the hardest ones to keep. And this, well, this is something to write about. Because I turned 26 a few days ago. Usually that’s not something worth celebrating. Mostly because I’m not 13 anymore, and because birthdays […]

TweetStill spinning on this tdf high, it’s all I can do to wait for the weekend where a tdf brunch is planned. I’m secretly [okay, not so secretly anymore] scheming. Brioche from Bouchon Bakery or Balthazar? Or should it be a croissant? Coffee or an Americano from Abraco? I’m torn. But one thing I’m certain […]

TweetThe first time a girl kissed me – a brief peck on the lips – I was left with the sensation [through a drunken haze], that her lips were almost too soft. That’s sort of what this scarf is like. Wrapped in plastic and slipped into a envelope, it arrived on my doorstep a few […]

TweetSomehow, miraculously, in the two days I was in NYC, I only watched one episode of Law & Order. Yeah, one. And for a girl that seemingly makes the four-hour bus ride down there expressly to watch TV, that’s a huge deal, folks. But there were cookies and pizza to be consumed, and cups of […]