Entries from April 2007

Thursday, April 26, 2007

confessions of a coffee addict

I struggle to stay awake at work, but put me anywhere else and I can stay up all night if you like.
My toes twitch underneath my socks and shoes. It lies restless under the huge grey desk that has piles of folders and papers that tower over me.
On a dive day the Mister only has [...]

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Football Dreams

Last night the Mister and I played football. Yes, seriously. It was not a dream. We did play. (I have dirty football stuff to prove it… ;) My foot could not remember a damn thing. I could not trap, stop or clear the ball. *gloom* On the bright side though, I made two good passes and one [...]

Monday, April 23, 2007

Why Tatay Dave is like a superhero..

The latest hero moment of my dive instructor happened in Ticao (the Donsol Whaleshark Weekend - which I have not finished writing..).
I have seen a parachute ascent done by half a dozen divers in very strong current (all students of Dave) without anybody problem at all (it was so wonderfully controlled). But what Dave did, [...]

Monday, April 23, 2007

sharing breakfast

We were having coffee and sandwiches this morning at the Dunkin’ Donuts in Paseo Center. While waiting a small bird landed on the chair in front of me, looked at me and then left.
It came back and landed on the grass (the seat now occupied by the Mister). It looked at us. The Mister on [...]

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Through My Nose

The only way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.  But I am no man. Although I have always been more fascinated by men who cooked for me. There was just something very sensual about the whole experience. The way they prepare everything so meticulously and watch you intently when you take that first [...]

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The Ugly Duckling is Just a Duck

At one point during my childhood I imagined myself a princess. I imagined that someday I will look like one at the very least, but it was a dream that I easily cast aside as I got older. From time to time when people told me I was not good looking enough or not shapely [...]

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

lonely pot

There’s a lonely potted plant outside the window in a building across my office. I can see the plant everyday because my desk faces the glass doors to the balcony. I find it so sad that their windows are always closed with the blinds always drawn and the plant sits out there alone and ten [...]