in line with all the typhoons our country has been experiencing lately, i'm on this trip of using my life as a metaphor of an island constantly bombarded by typhoons. so in short, i you don't understand, errr..well, intindihin niyo. you'll figure out what i'm taking about eventually anyhow. anyway, here goes.
it's still signal number 4 in aika-land right now. the super typhoon in my life is still there, hovering around everything i do. although i am somewhat fortunate to receive a smattering of rain here and there to parch the arid desert of my soul, the strong winds are uprooting whatever vegetation that has just bloomed. indeed, the devastation caused by the winds last wednesday, last friday and last night haunt me. still, aika-land manages to pick itself up from utter ruin and rebuild itself once again, eagerly anticipating the bursting of the clouds, the promise of rain.
yes, i'm setting myself up for misery. but then again, just a single raindrop can make me forget the intensity of the winds of that super typhoon. i know this is stupid. and i can NEVER expect a downpour. still, i am left with no choice but to hope for the coming of rain.
despite the fact that the super typhoon will be leaving soon, i can believe that maybe, while it's away, it would actually change direction and stay. and maybe then, aika-land would experience torrential rain at last.
on to other weather news, i wonder. why is it that the sight of certain tropical depressions causes me to break into a mega-watt smile but the sight of that much-awaited super typhoon causes me to run away and hide? i wonder.
