My housemates and I finally came to a realization that we aren’t getting any younger and that the lifestyle we are living isn’t as healthy as we hoped it would be. Part of the realization could be attributed to the fat I have unwillingly (but also doing nothing to keep it from happening or at least just slow it down a bit) gained in the past few months. The amount of weight I gained is ridiculously noticeable and this is being continuously confirmed by everyone I haven’t seen since I left Cebu. So, one day, while sitting on our fat asses playing DOTA. (LOL gi damay pa gyud nako ang uban) We decided that it’s time to make a change. It’s time to get on our feet (and make this world a better place) and put on our bikinis, and strut our stuff in the swimming complex which is just a walking-distance from our unit. Good luck to us then on this very challenging endeavor, and I hope we all stick to this. We’re all in this together! LOL! Away with the flabs and hello to the abs! 
Tonight, me and my hubby-to-be are going to Vivo City to buy shorts he could use for swimming. The Billabong board shorts are apparently a big no no to the lifeguards. Shorts that go below the knee, no matter how absorbent they are, aren’t allowed. But I swear I saw a couple of guys in their ‘whitey tightys” or is it “tighty whiteys”. Seriously.
Don’t Keep Me Wading
February 28, 2008 at 6:49 am (True Story)
Have a KitKat
February 5, 2008 at 2:16 am (Perils of a Programmer)
Sometimes one just needs a break.
Last week in the middle of my coding, when everything was going haywire, I took 3 deep breaths and went right back at it again. Well, nothing really happened after that. No breakthroughs, voila!, tada!, whatsoever. Went up for air, sat up straight, stretched my arms a bit, rotated my wrists then sunk my nose back again to the keys of my keyboard.
So I decided, you know what, screw it. Even the laptop seems like its sizzling from all the work it’s doing, I might as well give it and myself a break right?
That’s what I did. But that little something inside of me could not let go of the unsolved mystery deep in the oceans of semicolons, variables, loops of a language people from all over the world speak, but one can never dare say they can “speak” it fluently enough.
I leaned back to my chair my eyes still fixed on the screen as I continued to scrutinize my code hoping to find the culprit. And alas (still not voila or tada), inday, there it was. The thing both the code and I needed.
Yup, you guessed it. A break;
