Basang-basa sa ulan

sumasabay yung kampanya namin kay milenyo.

update: random notes on the storm

sumasabay nga yung kampanya namin kay milenyo, tinangay naman niya yung mga elements ng kampanya namin. he/she/it, the strongest direct hit to manila in over a decade, ripped our beautiful east avenue billboard into shreds, and prompted our vp to order the rest of the billboards slashed before they could cause damage to passersby.

milenyo also flung away most of the 35 individual character banners installed on the perimeter walls of our building, much to the glee of the tricycle drivers who now have resplendent, mucha-inspired new seat covers. ika nga ng boss ko, "oh well. at least roving collaterals na sila."

finally, milenyo also hurled the luzon into darkness -- the lights have yet to come on in most of metro manila -- effectively rendering our kick-ass tv promo spots useless. "bakit pa natin 'to ginagawa?" grumbled charlie as we put together a series of daily countdown spots. "wala namang makakapanood e!"

random thought: who thought of the name milenyo anyway? talk about names predestining outcomes -- ang lakas kasi ng dating eh. maybe if it had had a meek name -- like, i don't know, malou or miming -- the storm would have come and gone without a whimper.

utterly clueless

i woke late thursday morning, fully intending to take my sweet time primping (an excellent stress reliever, i've found) and show up at work around lunchtime. although i heard wind and rain outside, i didn't realize the full extent of the storm as i languidly blowdried, yes, blowdried my hair and stepped into my favorite black heels. mali. maling-mali!

getting to the office was an adventure, to say the least. great gusts of wind blew rain into the jeep i was riding, which stopped a few meters short of its terminus when two bolts of lightning blew up two condo transformers. the mrt shut down, and i took a bus for the first time since college. on the way to work, i lost count of all the fallen trees littering edsa. some of them were twined with downed power lines, others entangled with twisted lampposts or broken signs. apocalypse na kaya ito? i thought idly as the bus oozed down edsa, the konduktor opening its doors to shout things like "gago, liliparin ka na!" to random, determined pedestrians.

i briefly wondered why i was even attempting to make it to work, but i realized i could not resist the siren call of uninterrupted electricity (tv! cable! internet! aircon! hot shower!) when a blackout was sure to follow.

sanctuary! sanctuary!

ayon. pagdating ko sa office, kulot na ako. not to mention i was nearly slipping out of my heels, my legs were so wet. my formidable global sources payong was bent entirely on one side, and the wind practically hurled me into the gates of gma. "ah eh -- ok ka lang?" said a startled janice de belen, who happened to be the first person i saw.

i spent the night at the office, with a host of other "refugees". it was actually fun. i spent a lot of time online and slept on the giant cushions in our floor's receiving area. plus, my hair had dried into a surprisingly pleasing configuration -- tousled bedhead curls ("dapat lagi kang binabagyo!" enthused a gay officemate). i didn't know what to be more grateful for: my wonderful office (we're literally a beacon of light in the area -- it's totally unreal to look out the windows at night and see absolutely nothing), that my family and i were safe and sound, or that i was actually having a good hair day.