I was supposed to go to cavite tomorrow for my godson's first birthday party. The operative term here is 'supposed to' which means that as of the moment, my plans for tomorrow has been cancelled due to unforeseen developments. (Definition: WORK)

And here I am already with a gift, though not yet nicely wrapped, but a gift nevertheless.

But then again, who am I to complain? The thing I will be working on tomorrow will be on a new show, a travel show for a change and I am both nervous and excited because, well, after three years of writing a public affairs/documentary show, the voice will be different and the tone less dark and I don't know if I can;t do that without sounding forced and too sickeningly cheery.

Of course, I am excited. A chance to travel at last. I actually can't wait for the actual shooting. Of course, there's a lot of nitpicking to be done first but maybe, just maybe, I will be a certified SCUBA diver by next year, at the very latest. Yay!

Thing though, am scared of not having a sandy bottom between my toes. Even the 14-feet pool in the dive shop leaves me a nervous wreck. I am the type of swimmer (ha!) who goes around the pool while holding on to the edges for fear of drowning even though the deepest pool I've probably been in is six or seven feet at the deepest end. Besides, I wonder if I'll look remotely like a human being and not a dolphin or a butanding when I am in a wetsuit. Horrors!

But I am told, the last thing on divers' minds are their appearances. I wonder if I can actually learn to breathe through my mouth.