Reconnecting with a past love…
July 30: A conversation between t2 dean and I flows from [I honestly forgot what] to programming. Then from plain programming and programmers, t2 shared with me his past love of Python (the programming language). I told him that a year or so ago, I came across this text file among the many folders of prison camp that somehow described Python and some basic blahdiblahz. Naturally, I, the one with the “Oooh what does this button do?” sickness, read the forbidden file. However, I did not really use it as there was no platform where I could try what I learned on.
T2 then showed me what he was trying to do, and I was immediately interested. So I dabbled with the usual “Hello, World” of programming, but I did not play long. I had a heavy file due and I had to concentrate.
July 31: I must admit I dreamt of Python the night before. Yet somehow my dreams were filled with brackets. It could have been dreams of all the equations I had to attend to for the night.
Nevertheless, I gave in to my curiosity and started to dabble with Python by the day’s close. I found a good source of some helpful tips, tricks, and knowledge from Wikibooks (as I could not make use of any eBooks from prison) to fuel my curiosity. After our dinner, I gave it a couple of minutes to try to finish the program (with trappings), and I made it! Seriously! I could not believe it myself, but I managed to make working program! Oh sure, I mean, it really is not much. The program is the usual ATM (Automated Teller Machine) with Deposit, Withdraw, Account Balance, and Exit Options, with the use of modules, but I am soooooo ecstatic to have finished one in an hour or so!! w00t! w00t!!
To think that I last accessed my programming brain in 2005, I still know how to program a bit! To top it off, it is a new language for me!! Okay, so yeah, I know you may say Python is easy as pie. But I don’t really care. It is a first for me, and after years of being stagnant, the programming part of my brain has been given an electric shock. ^^ … Still happy. 
Ahh geek-hood. joke..
Spin-dried
Against my heart’s deepest desires, well folks, I managed to crawl out of my rabbit hole and back to reality. Ergo, a day of reality would not be complete if there was no trip to prison camp. Prison camp, as always, looked as deceivingly sterile as the regulation clean-up done by wardens and prison guards to new inmates in those penitentiaries as portrayed on the Discovery channel. Eh, who do you think they are fooling huh?
Anyway, somehow it feels like it is good to be back from outer space. My failed attempts at gallivanting all over the universe for my birthday’s sake has left me a bit devastated, but nothing a good dose of equations, that only the author understands, can heal. Surprisingly, I find myself able to spin more words while in an oppressed state, rather than at home when I suddenly feel like I am bored. Eh. I leave it all for the psychiatrists of the world to decipher my troublesome mind.
I honestly need to find a way to clear my thoughts. Somehow, writing does not solve anything these days. Is it possible that I no longer have the drive to write? Nahhhh.. Impossible! I am just so unsettled these days. That, plus aching teeth/gums/mouth/neck, Uber hot weather, toddlers who are getting more and more unruly by the day, and a husband who is getting more and more addicted to the computer that one would need a crowbar to be able to pry him away from it. Oh believe me, not even all the seduction techniques one could possibly throw his way would work. Hmm.. either that or I am just no good at it.
On other news, I have gained weight. *sob* Wahh.. I blame it on the amount of sugar that I have consumed over the month plus the overdose of ice cream and cake on my birthday, plus fries. :/ I must lose weight! I must! I must! I must! Okay, so I have been procrastinating. When one makes excuses for things that have been left undone, then that person will not get anything done at all. Wait, that is still procrastinating. So.. hmm.. I’m thinking of fixing my lifestyle for the month of August. In connection with this, allow me to talk all I want on my progress. Okay? Kthx!
How’s that for updates huh? I will post more. For now, I have profiles of golf heros to work on. Ciao!!
Google waves its mighty hand and bestows PageRank upgrades!!
I feel rather sheepish and foolish at the same time. Why? Well, I was expecting some *BUZZ* that PageRank day (the day PageRanks would be given out) would be coming soon, but I what I did not expect that it would pull the rug right from under moi. Nevertheless, yours truly is happy as pie. Why?
You know my other blog? NeverDainty? Yeah, well, I was rather surprised that it was given PR 3!! W00t!! So happy am I that I have decided to blog there again. Wouldn’t you? So sorry for those who kept visiting my other house, I have been such a lousy blogger by not blogging there as often as I should.
Anyway, other PageRank related news… Anthology of Snippets: The New Blog has been granted a 0 PR. Okay, I know that may not sound much, but for a blog that has just reached it’s first month, plus the couple of days where it dropped from the face of the earth, I am pretty happy that Google still recognized by other baby. I’m all smiles as you can see. So thanks for that Google!
I am such a slave of Google, I know. I believe T2 Dean or was it nilroz who said I have optimized Google a lot. I beg to differ, as I have used other applications, it is just that Google is prison camp friendly so why not make use of it eh?
However, Anthology of Snippets: the older blog did not even get a leg up. Yeah, I obviously insulted Google there. Hmmm.. Anyway, did Google bestow you with PageRank upgrades ??
The way to start the new birth-year
Yeahp, it is approximately 10 a.m. and I am happily blogging away. Why? Because I have been designated to the afternoon to evening schedule at prison camp. Which means, I will – supposedly – unable to contact you from 2 p.m. – 10 p.m. if I can help it. 
So..! My birthday was yesterday… and I had lotsa lotsa greetings received! Thank you one and all!
I guess you could say it was rather stupid of me to predict that I would not exactly enjoy my birthday (I made a prediction the night before that it would not be so happy) as I was p!$$ed off at somebody who sometimes does not even acknowledge my existence.
My birthday started great. Somebody woke me up at 12 a.m. to greet me a happy birthday, but I snoozed back to sleep. By 4 a.m. I woke up feeling Uber great pains on my midsection… the pains were making me faint. By 6 a.m., I did faint downstairs. At least I was half conscious enough to direct the heavyweight body to the nearby couch, or else I would be all black and blue from the experience. Suffice it to say that I almost got brought to the hospital – almost. I stopped Dhirrac from taking me there all because I really did not want to spend on other stuff. LoL I recovered, thankfully, by 10 a.m. as Dhirrac’s grandma said it was all air or something…teehee.. Eh, that was some air! It hurt more than when I was in labor with both kiddehs!
Anyway, at least I recovered before half of the day went wasted rolling around in bed – by myself. Dhirrac fixed me with a good breakfast of hotdogs, eggs, and bread. I enjoyed it so much…until…. my tooth/teeth/gums hurt. Until today, my right side feels like somebody hit me with something. 
To top it off, my neck hurts too!! Argh.. Never the less, I managed to eat tuyok manok (roasted chicken? LOL), ice cream, and some cake (which my grandmother sent me.. ). As expected, the pain increased to the point where I felt like taking 3 painkillers. No worries, Dhirrac stopped me from taking my life.
For the majority of my birthday? Well, the bed and I saw each other a lot, while somebody played on the computer a lot. Hmph. Well, could I blame that person as I was pretty useless? One wish got fulfilled though, I got to rest – albeit in pain – but rest and sleep which I obviously need a lot. God has his ways. However, I did not get to enjoy the bottle of Maria Clara (Sangria) which Daphy gave me for my birthday. Well, I guess I should save that for a rainy day… I happen to plan to finish off the whole bottle by myself. Thank you very much! And a huge “Grazie!” to BetterThanEzrah’s Deranged Blogger for sending $$$ my way… aylabyusomats!!
Again.. Grazie to all! :*
…And a belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE!!
Mitch asks (July 19), and I answer…
Here is another something-something I chose to join. It’s Mitch asks..
On July 19 Mitch asks “Do you allow your partner to go on a night out alone (means without you around)?“
Yes, I do.
Don’t look at me like I’m the devil incarnate, sending her man out into the jungle where all temptation lies, and all those women, rocking f*ck me pumps, hang out! Hehehe.. but seriously, I do let him go out ALONE – without me. That is not a problem at all.
In fact, I suggest that he go out with his boys for rounds of booze, music, and laughs (of course no s3x! Are you nuts?!). But you know what? It is he who prefers to stay at home. I just want him to know that the opportunity is always there. I trust him enough to make wise decisions, and weigh things carefully. Surprisingly, he opts to avail of this opportunity on very rare occassions. Even when his friends ask him to go out with them, he politely declines.
It works both ways, too! See, he allows me to go out on my own as well. And since I rarely get free time to go out, I know I can make use of that freedom every now and then. We have clauses in our bargains though. If I go out, I MUST have somebody driving me home, or at least somebody saw me off from the place I partied at, and he waits for me at the highway. My condition with him is that he be true to his time specified of estimated time of arrival.
I am also not the type who does follow ups. I do not text him at every hour asking him what time he will come back. Nor do I bother his friends with “where is he” questions, and I do not yell, scream, or launch questions when he gets home. I’m mum. It works better as it eats his conscience up to bits!
Of course, it never is perfect, right? So there are instances wherein, in my anger at him being late in coming home as per his ETA, I refused to open the door to our bedroom. Ah, but I am a softie, so I let him inside eventually. Hehehe… I don’t know, I just can’t seem to get angry at the guy. =/
As for me? Well, I’m an angel. LoL
