raindrops keep falling..

18 July 2006
2:33pm


Today is a beautiful day. Crazy, but beautiful.

Woke up this morning praying: God, please let it be a beautiful day.

Work’s been crazy as usual, and I often find myself wondering how on earth I managed to work where I work for so long, but today not a single nagging phone call, missed appointment, or rejection from the latest Hollywood celebrity can make it any less beautiful.

Camille invited me to join her (and friends) at the park for lunch. The park not being too far away from my office, I packed my stuff, whipped out my (usually) trusty pink umbrella, and started walking.

Despite the dreary weather, I decided to walk. (Hear the pitter-patter and the spitter-spatter of the summer rain.. Lalala..)

Have I ever told you how much I love the rain? No, not the stormy, “wet”-type but the quiet, steady drizzle of rain. It is absolutely.. refreshing.

Walking along slowly (albeit whimsically) to the cacophony that is Makati traffic, I found myself gleefully splishing and splashing in the little puddles that had accumulated into random potholes.

I wore gold stillettos today, and while I normally HATE getting my toes wet and dirty, the griminess under my feet actually felt kind of therapeutic. Accustomed to being late (which we will not deal with at the moment) and in a rush, I seldom can experience walking about and just THINKING. Today was different. Not only could I think, but everything seemed to give me a heightened sense of appreciation for the “ordinary.” The raucous sound of traffic that often leaves me cringing (and wanting to migrate to a more peaceful city) was almost melodic. Every crack in the sidewalk practically looked like a work of art. Even my steps were light - it was almost like dancing.

Although I really wanted to join Camille's lunch (precisely why I left the office to begin with), a sudden “disquiet” made me turn around and head back to the office. And no sooner had I set my bag down on my chair did my cousin call and tell me to hurry home because we had an emergency.

Our condo had flooded.

What?!?

The flexible pipe (eh?) apparently had burst in the bathroom and because our bathroom rug was blocking the drainage, it had leaked out of the bathroom to flood HALF the living room and was out into the hallway.

I am grateful to the maintenance staff of our condominium. The place almost looks as if nothing happened. Haay. These are the times when I wish I had a man around the house. I swear, when the maintenance people were vacuuming the water out and mopping the floor, I just STARED.

How bizarre. Beautiful, but bizarre.


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Thought for the day: Kitty's right. Don't think of marriage as an ending. Ü