I Was Hungry. And Insane.
That's the only excuse I can think of for the crazy thing I did yesterday, in the middle of the freaking typhoon. For one thing, I FREAKING WENT TO WORK. No, wait, I was supposed to go to a press event in Makati. But the two times I tried to leave my building, the wind blew my umbrella out of shape. I decided that it wasn't worth risking my feet and ankles (as I was wearing high heels). I promptly went back to the flat, much to Mark's surprise (his teamleader had the wonderful brilliance of calling him at 7AM to inform him of not having work).
So I change into jeans and flats and appropriate rain-friendly wear and manage to cab it to the office. I walk in and two minutes later was informed because of the fluctuating electricity our IT department was shutting down the server and the Internet. I tried to work, but my computer kept hanging because of the power interruptions.
Then we were informed the powers-that-be were letting us out by noon. Yay, thought I. One time during a typhoon, I swear, they let us out by 5PM! So this was a definite improvement.
I leave around 12:30 and even had a vague thought of passing by Podium to get a quote to have my laptop repaired (finally). Hah, good luck to me! The moment I stepped into the back lobby of the building the wind hit me full-force! I saw a poor schmuck vainly hold on to his umbrella, which was about 70% baliktad, in the striking rain. Taxis suddenly became scarce, and jeeps...well, I have no idea what happened to the jeeps.
So I was resigning myself to spending the afternoon in our dark building when RJ, who was leaving, asked if anyone was going to Makati. Utterly shameless, I said, "ME!" So I hitch and he drops me off by the 7-11 along Boni Avenue, after my many reassurances that it's okay, I'll duck inside the 7-11 until the rain stops.
Right. The moment I leave the car the rain hits me in a wet slap. I sprint to 7-11 (thank you God for flats), only to realize THEY'D FREAKING SEALED OFF THE DOORS. The whole store was filled with people, and they didn't want to let anyone in anymore!
With the rain practically horizontal, it seemed stupid to look for a scrap of roof to hide under. So--and here comes the stupid, insane part--I decide to walk home (I tried it before. I live about 10 minutes away from Edsa). It's okay if I get a little wet, thought I, I can always shower.
My God. I won't EVER do that again! Try walking on a wet street with huge drops of rain pelting you in the face, where it's totally useless to use your umbrella because, well, baliktad na nga siya, and the wind was only going to wrestle it away from you. Plus, stupid idiots (masquerading as men trying to be cute) yelling out as my sodden self passed by, "Miss, mag-payong ka, baka ka mabasa!"
So my building comes into view. Thanks God, thought I. Then I realized the trees were waving around in manner of crazy, estasy-high dancers. And signposts were flipping around in accompaniment. Ugh. I reached the front of my building complex only to realize they'd shut the gate, so I had to enter through the garage. Just when I passed the corner another huge wind blew and I made a mad grab for the railing of the building. Now THAT WAS SCARY. I literally felt my body bend with the wind! Funny thing was, I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I opened the door and my husband greeted my dripping self with, "Thank God you're home!" and after announced something like, "The bedroom's flooded and I've been trying to get rid of the water."
*mentally fainting in my mind*
<-- Yeah, I was probably THAT drenched. Ugh.
So I change into jeans and flats and appropriate rain-friendly wear and manage to cab it to the office. I walk in and two minutes later was informed because of the fluctuating electricity our IT department was shutting down the server and the Internet. I tried to work, but my computer kept hanging because of the power interruptions.
Then we were informed the powers-that-be were letting us out by noon. Yay, thought I. One time during a typhoon, I swear, they let us out by 5PM! So this was a definite improvement.
I leave around 12:30 and even had a vague thought of passing by Podium to get a quote to have my laptop repaired (finally). Hah, good luck to me! The moment I stepped into the back lobby of the building the wind hit me full-force! I saw a poor schmuck vainly hold on to his umbrella, which was about 70% baliktad, in the striking rain. Taxis suddenly became scarce, and jeeps...well, I have no idea what happened to the jeeps.
So I was resigning myself to spending the afternoon in our dark building when RJ, who was leaving, asked if anyone was going to Makati. Utterly shameless, I said, "ME!" So I hitch and he drops me off by the 7-11 along Boni Avenue, after my many reassurances that it's okay, I'll duck inside the 7-11 until the rain stops.
Right. The moment I leave the car the rain hits me in a wet slap. I sprint to 7-11 (thank you God for flats), only to realize THEY'D FREAKING SEALED OFF THE DOORS. The whole store was filled with people, and they didn't want to let anyone in anymore!
With the rain practically horizontal, it seemed stupid to look for a scrap of roof to hide under. So--and here comes the stupid, insane part--I decide to walk home (I tried it before. I live about 10 minutes away from Edsa). It's okay if I get a little wet, thought I, I can always shower.
My God. I won't EVER do that again! Try walking on a wet street with huge drops of rain pelting you in the face, where it's totally useless to use your umbrella because, well, baliktad na nga siya, and the wind was only going to wrestle it away from you. Plus, stupid idiots (masquerading as men trying to be cute) yelling out as my sodden self passed by, "Miss, mag-payong ka, baka ka mabasa!"
So my building comes into view. Thanks God, thought I. Then I realized the trees were waving around in manner of crazy, estasy-high dancers. And signposts were flipping around in accompaniment. Ugh. I reached the front of my building complex only to realize they'd shut the gate, so I had to enter through the garage. Just when I passed the corner another huge wind blew and I made a mad grab for the railing of the building. Now THAT WAS SCARY. I literally felt my body bend with the wind! Funny thing was, I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I opened the door and my husband greeted my dripping self with, "Thank God you're home!" and after announced something like, "The bedroom's flooded and I've been trying to get rid of the water."
*mentally fainting in my mind*
<-- Yeah, I was probably THAT drenched. Ugh.