An hour after backing out, I decided to just head home and face the storm, lest I be stuck at the office when the eye of the storm hits Metro Manila.  So off I went with Mayumi maimahalay, Bing bingaloo, and Abbie aerisnicole.  Gil Puyat Ave. was not really that flooded yet so we decided to just walk home.  After all, it was not raining heavily yet and the flooding didn't seem to reach the gutters yet.  Or so we thought.

Bing spotted a pedicab and screamed at the top of her lungs.  She and Mayumi were now both more than willing to get their asses wet than walk through murky, black waters.  The pedicab could only take two people at a time, and I was not willing to wait for another one.  I removed my coat and tie (yes, I was wearing those!) put them in Bing's bag and had Mayumi hold my bag.  Walking through the flood was the only option left for me.  

With enough courage and a sense of rationality, I crossed the flooded street without any qualms.  Walking through a flooded street was a bit fun.  I was just worried about my semi-new black dress shoes.  But I remained poised and graceful and beautiful (hah!).  The other men and women who were also walking through the flooded street appeared to have a very difficult time.  Some of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, the others walking one big step at a time.  I was breezing through.

I walked in short graceful strides.  I felt like a supermodel taking over the flooded runway.  But I felt great. I felt beautiful!

It was a fun experience. If another typhoon comes (I've heard there is another one coming), I would gladly do it all over again.

But not in my black dress shoes.

An hour after backing out, I decided to just head home and face the storm, lest I be stuck at the office when the eye of the storm hits Metro Manila.  So off I went with Mayumi maimahalay, Bing bingaloo, and Abbie aerisnicole.  Gil Puyat Ave. was not really that flooded yet so we decided to just walk home.  After all, it was not raining heavily yet and the flooding didn't seem to reach the gutters yet.  Or so we thought.

Bing spotted a pedicab and screamed at the top of her lungs.  She and Mayumi were now both more than willing to get their asses wet than walk through murky, black waters.  The pedicab could only take two people at a time, and I was not willing to wait for another one.  I removed my coat and tie (yes, I was wearing those!) put them in Bing's bag and had Mayumi hold my bag.  Walking through the flood was the only option left for me.  

With enough courage and a sense of rationality, I crossed the flooded street without any qualms.  Walking through a flooded street was a bit fun.  I was just worried about my semi-new black dress shoes.  But I remained poised and graceful and beautiful (hah!).  The other men and women who were also walking through the flooded street appeared to have a very difficult time.  Some of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, the others walking one big step at a time.  I was breezing through.

I walked in short graceful strides.  I felt like a supermodel taking over the flooded runway.  But I felt great. I felt beautiful!

It was a fun experience. If another typhoon comes (I've heard there is another one coming), I would gladly do it all over again.

But not in my black dress shoes.