A lot of the Manila side of blogworld seems to be affected by the typhoon whipping around the archipelago. I sort of miss those torrential downpours when bits of galvanized roof would fly around getting ready to hit some brave/stupid bystander caught out in the storm, or some old, old tree in UP Diliman would just break or fall down and die from the lashing of the wind and rain, and you would have to wade home because public transport was simply too full with ten men hanging out of each bus or jeepney door, or simply because no auto could get through the flooded roads.
It was kind of nice to be stuck indoors as long as the internet connection held up and you had some good movies to watch. There'd be extra time to cook up something experimental, catch up on sleep, on music you'd meant to listen to more intently, or finally finish reading the book you had been on for months but keept falling asleep to when you finally tried to read it at the end of the day.
When the sun would finally shine at the end of the 2, 3, or 4 day confinement, everything outside would be dewy and lush; crystal drops still glistening on leaves and windows. At that very moment, stepping outside for the first time since the storm had began, it seemed as if Manila had been cleansed of its refuse, grease and gray pallor.
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