After the storm, etcetera
Storms give me the shivers. And I just don’t mean literally. See, when I was really young then, our house got flooded almost up to the ceiling. As a kid it was kinda traumatic to see, from your neighbor’s room in the second floor, your bungalow home and the car slowly disappearing in floodwater.
That’s why I hate heavy rains. Most especially typhoons.
Plus the fact that I got bored to death in the house, what without electricity. Good thing there’s the transistor radio to keep us abreast of what was happening outside.
Hmm, falling billboard frames. Tsk, tsk. An effective way to communicate, yet a possible cause of lives lost. An odd way to die.
Electricity came surging in the following morning, in our part of Pasig. I cannot say the same thing about Cubao, by the Aurora area, where my friend held her baby shower. It was only at 7:30 PM, Saturday, when power supply in their place returned to normal (in which at that particular time her husband kept cheering and yelling along Miami street celebrating the return of electricity).
It was also that day that my dear alma mater forced a do-or-die game against the blue birds. Which is today, by the way. That’s why I’m wearing yellow today.
But before that, my SO and I visited the Transport Show yesterday at Megamall. Despite the good-looking cars, there ain’t nothing new. Especially with the promo girls. Shucks.
And now, everything is back to normal. Sort of. Because at my workplace, there isn’t anyone who’s normal here. So there.
I must stop typing before I write more gibberish. Chourvah blah blah blah ekeklavuuh.
