Thursday, June 19, 2003
Just came back from lunch. My hair smells like the a variety of dishes! Sisig, calamares, and lechon kawali, topped with tapsilog.
I used to think that lunch breaks were sacred. =) The hour and a half when I become more than a programmer, amid worldly cuisines and long walks to restaurants all over the city. Lunch has changed somehow. Minus the tingly feeling in my cheek... minus racing hearts... minus the excitemeny even. Not to say that it has become less of a gratifying experience. It has grown to become comfortable. Plus the familiarity, plus the warmth, plus even funnier anecdotes.
Hehe! Tis the afternoon lazy lull typing... =)
Back to the grindstone!!
I used to think that lunch breaks were sacred. =) The hour and a half when I become more than a programmer, amid worldly cuisines and long walks to restaurants all over the city. Lunch has changed somehow. Minus the tingly feeling in my cheek... minus racing hearts... minus the excitemeny even. Not to say that it has become less of a gratifying experience. It has grown to become comfortable. Plus the familiarity, plus the warmth, plus even funnier anecdotes.
Hehe! Tis the afternoon lazy lull typing... =)
Back to the grindstone!!
