Typhoon watch
We had a typhoon today. It even has a name. Which I forgot the minute I took my eyes off its onscreen written representation. But it was very Chinese sounding and foreboding. Originated somewhere in the
The night was pretty aggressive. The rain was jumping right at the window panes, the wind was howling ominously, and the sky was overcast in that weird way when through the rushing dark-silver clouds you could see some volatile patches of the clear sky, but those patches didn't look at all friendly, - they were more like clear icy-blue steel blades, rather than welcoming starry heavens. Birds were fighting with the air currents energetically navigating along the broken routes with their touseled feathers, calling up in memory the name of Jonothan Livingston. A slight crack in the balcony door blew the curtains up to the ceiling with a sinister hiss. The kitchen cooker hood which is leaning against the window in my kitchen with its iron bars (a strange design I agree), was jittering and groaning with every gust of wind that knocked on the window, threatening to tumble onto my woks and pans. A Philippino teacher raced on his bike off campus when everybody was rushing under the protection of their houses, and to my joking ain't you afraid, he just moved a brow with a 'huh!'. I guess if the typhoon is coming from the
Anyhow, why I am writing all this. I received a telephone message from a former student of mine that read:
Attention please! Typhoon is coming. Store enough food for yourself!
What a nice girl, thought I. And thanked her. In reply I got this:
You are welcome! Staying at your room all day is safe for us!
Now I am thinking what this last phrase really has in its semanix. Doh: )
Did I miss on the whole bunch of scared and shivering girls who wanted to come into the safe haven of my room for protection? Or was it a kind reminder for me not to stick my nose out and let them for once feel comfy even though on the typhooned streets?