Then there are days when you just want to stay down...

Underwater winter wonderland

field work whining

I should stop complaining about being out in the field even when conditions are the direst I could possibly work in. What other profession pays you to go diving even as the snowbirds from Washington to Ontario shovel out money to be herded like sheep through the water? But after sitting for four hours in a car, it is quite annoying to find out your vision underwater extends only to your knees, forget about taking pictures from five feet away. And so, another four hours must be endured the following day to make up for a lost one. But then, on the third day, the winds calmed and the waters sparkled, and that made up for the nastiness of the days past.

a long way from a rainbow brite diary

Who would have thought that I'd be writing my thoughts and posting it on the Net. It seems so long ago that my Mom gave me a silly tiny Rainbow Brite diary that I regarded with all seriousness. Diligently writing down the angsts only a ten-year old can experience. That diary was filled and later replaced by bigger and more elaborate ones. But always, these were hidden with utmost caution. Thoughts were shared sparingly. Through these years, slowly have I been learning to be less guarded and scared to speak out.... maybe, this world of blogs will be serve to push me more....