murphy's law

My flight to Dubai is set.

I am set. Or so I thought.

 

Oct 1 is the day. Sunday.

I’ve cried and sulked and attended/hosted several series of bye-see-you-soon parties with all of my friends.

 

Wednesday, I got my new passport.

Ok, so I look 40 pounds lighter back in 2002 – my passport ‘06 picture looks… bloated.

Whatever. Passport – check.

 

Luggage – check.

All my fave tops and cutie shoes have all been packed.

I went to bed with a smile – oblivious to the heavy rains that seemed to scream havoc.

 

Thursday, I was scheduled to go to POEA for documentation.

 

I woke up with a tree branch banging my bedroom window.

What the fuck?

 

I could hear strong winds making whooshing sounds – like a thousand kids with no front teeth whistling. (Yeah, well, something like that.)

 

Then, like in the far distance (more like a bedroom away), I could hear my sister shouting at her husband, “AYAN NA! PAPASOK NA ANG TUBIG!”

 

What the fuck is going on?

Then, like in a bad movie, just as I sat up in bed, my eternally-on TV went dead and my rusty electric fan stopped moving.

 

Then my sister, clearly harassed, knocked my door open and announced, so jologs-ly, I might add, “May bagyo, di ka makaka-alis.”

 

OK.

 

Then I consoled myself that tomorrow (which is today, Friday), everything will go back to normal and the typhoon will go away and that I will be able to go to POEA and fly to Dubai on Sunday as scheduled.

 

I spoke too soon.

 

I woke up today with the sound of what I imagined to be a battery-operated-AM-radio station, announcing that ALL government offices are still closed and won’t open until Monday.

 

So much for my optimism. I got up from my bed, resigned that I’d have to re-schedule my flight.

 

Then, like in Ground Hog Day, I heard my sister again screaming, this time, at her son, who apparently, was bitten by a stray dog.

 

And the hits just keep on coming.

 

It could be worse, I thought.

 

And boy was I right…

 

Facing myself in the bathroom mirror, I found two burgeoning, UGLY, zits on my chin and my nose.

 

I should put my foot where my mouth is.