Category Archives: Fitness


Totally telling myself this

Totally telling myself this



Loving Windows 8

Just a quick rave in between reading chapters of Berne and Levy for Physio exam tomorrow.

Finally, I put my Toshiba netbook to rest and decided to buy a bigger laptop.  I almost jumped into the bandwagon of purchasing a MacBook but my impatience for figuring out iOS made me settle with led me to Dell Inspiron.  I don’t feel like I lost the sophistication of Mac because there’s Windows 8 which is a quadrillion times more advanced than the Windows (I’m sorry I don’t even know what it was) version that I had been using since college.  I’m so psyched it lets me download apps.  Geesh, who would have thought that “software” would be replaced by “apps”.  People seldom used the word software now.   


I’m a kisser


I have and always will be an expressive person who likes to kiss.


Tracking my fitness


Posting a calendar on my wall to track my workout has motivated me to stick to my schedule. I record my cheat days there and also put my frustrations in writing.
I’m gonna have to make another spread because that was interrupted by a very unwanted event. Ugh.

You are so pathetic

He almost wanted to tell you that.  Have some self-respect, and self-preservation. Pick yourself  up, no one will do that for you. Remember when you said you’d grow up?  How’s that going? You keep on going back to square one.  


We’ve met before. 

On a night of a phone call or lack thereof, exchange of messages or lack thereof. There was you- searing through my chest. I had curl my fingers into fists to put pressure onto my chest.  I also grasp the bottom of throat so my palm would press on my collarbone.  My lungs were fine and bronchioles clear, but somehow breathing is a struggle. Ironically, I covered my mouth and despite my hyperventilation.

I knew you wouldn’t kill me, but you wouldn’t seem to stop.  I thought they were just being poetic when they said it hurts.  It’s physical. and literal.

And now I’m shivering, doing the routine of putting pressure on my xyphoid process.  Can my brain tell my system to stop feeling it? I hope it’s psychosomatic.


Do you get numb when you feel it all the time? 

For the love of god stop crying

Get up and do your thing.

It’s really no use mourning over memories, regretting what you should have done or said and should have not done or said.  When you have come to a decision that was well thought of and discussed, live with it. Make the most out of it.