I was supposed to report to the office today but decided to stay in my apartment due to increasingly hysterical weather reports over the radio about the onslaught of typhoon Mina which is due to make landfall some time this evening or tomorrow morning. Or afternoon. The typhoon's movement seems to be pretty unpredictable. It's currently hovering over half the entire archipelago, pretty as you please.
Filipinos are glued to TV sets and news websites. Never thought that the day will come when this all too obsessive country will find its latest obsession in satellite images but I for one have been continuously refreshing Inquirer.net's website to view the face of our destiny. At least for the next couple of days.
That is one mother--freaking typhoon.
Speaking of mothers, mine has been ordering me to go home to the province and sit this one out with the family. I've got tons of work to do, however, and not much time to do it. To be honest I'm a little twitchy though it doesn't look like Mina will be directly affecting Manila. It's actually pretty calm outside my window, the sky miraculously light. If I hadn't seen this picture, I might have been fooled into rhapsodizing about November dusks, with a quote or two by Pushkin for good measure. As it is, the stillness is rather nerve-racking. People are eyeing the horizon warily while Mina dawdles somewhere in Aurora and just. keeps. getting. bigger.
The northeastern regions will bear the brunt of the typhoon. Already nearly 100,000 people have been evacuated in Bicol and Catanduanes. Manila will most likely experience its share of heavy rains and thunderstorms, which are nothing new to urbanites, but the last time we heard the words Super and Typhoon together, billboards were falling all over the place, electric poles were flying, and people were drowning in highways.
Which reminds me. I should probably make a quick dash to the supermarket and stock up on candles and food. I ought to have done this earlier but I was absorbed with work. And I think I do have a lingering phobia re: Milenyo. I fell asleep to the patter of rain and woke up to the sound of a TV antenna slamming into my window. Who knows what might happen the minute I step outside this apartment?
On the other hand: sardine sandwiches. I'm outta here.