As usual, gigantic billboards along major roads were toppled by typhoon. Reuters photo.

It started to rain like there was no tomorrow about an hour before I was to log off work yesterday, so I thought I would stay a bit longer to avoid having to get drenched in the deluge. Plus, I brought a laptop to work, and the thought of hauling it under the rain didn’t sit well with me. By the time I finally got into a cab, the sky cleared, so I assumed that the rest of the night would be just a little bit cooler and that I might be able to fall asleep early.

A little before midnight, however, rains poured once again and winds began to howl outside my window. It lasted for about half an hour, and again, I thought that the worst was over. Little did I know that the bitch that was Typhoon Basyang would be marching in with her rains and 120-kph winds a little later, toppling trees and billboards, and causing massive brownouts in Metro Manila and the rest of Luzon.

It didn’t help that my room happened to be on the upper floors of the condo and the whole building seemed to vibrate from Basyang’s winds that to my mind blew twice as hard and as strong as what PAGASA wanted us to believe. The winds were so strong, glass windows of some units were smashed in.

Basyang was a bitch; Basyang was bad, mean bitch. She was scary, and she didn’t allow me to sleep until the early hours of the morning. Just my luck, water managed to seep through the gaps in my windows which caused a mini puddle to form on my bedroom floor.  Ironically, because Basyang did kept me up, I managed to save my Macbook from possibly getting hosed with water that first crawled on a concrete slab where aircon should have been fixed and dripped onto my computer table.

So off I went to move things around in my shoebox of a bedroom, got an ice chest to catch incoming water, gathered plastic bags and whatever rags and old towels I could find to plug in the gaps. The whole drama lasted for hours as I kept vigil to make sure that the puddle that had formed in my room would not turn into a river.  I’m glad it did not.

Right now, the whole place smells of rugby (yes, pare… cool!) because I squeezed a pack of Vulca Seal all over the gaps where water seeped through. I hope it will hold should another typhoon hit Manila and attempt to rearrange my windows. And I hope that power will be restored by Meralco in our block soon.

I’m thankful, however, for small miracles. MacFed is okay. My sister made it to her night shift safely before Basyang landed. The building has been running its generators since before Basyang blew her darnest last night, thus I have electricity to switch on a couple of electric fans, cook food, watch TV and turn on the computer. We have water and I still have my very slow Internet connection. I managed to buy two dozens of candles before supplies ran out.

As of this writing, more houses in the neighborhood are getting their electricity back.

Small miracles.