STARTING THE DAY RIGHT, 2

     It's 4:48 in the morning, a Monday, in Laoag City. Typhoon "Labuyo" is supposed to landfall today in Casiguran, Aurora, in Eastern Philippines. The blogger is inside his cubicle at the third floor of the Julian ancestral home. It's a quiet morning, no wind, and nothing stirs. From the eastern window, I can see Gilbert bridge across the Padsan river. Only a few cars, a motorcycle, are crossing the bridge in either direction. The lights of the bridge are reflected on the waters of the polluted river.

     The blogger walks towards the open window, and looks down the deserted street. Where is the typhoon? No wind and rains that usually precede it. Somewhere in the neighborhood, agsisinnungbat dagiti taraok dagiti kawitan. 

     The blogger takes a deep, deep breath. He inhales the love of the Almighty that he imagines is sitting on his throne in the heavens. He exhales the fears, frustrations, the anger of the previous day, and all negativity. The blogger repeats the process for at least five minutes. Then he smiles and says, "This is a great, blessed and fruitful day."

Postscript: 6:30 AM siren blast in the direction of the provincial capitol in the centro. That's typhoon signal #3 in Ilocos Norte. It's a grey morning here but the few clouds hovering would not bring heavy rains and strong winds have yet to blow from the east mountains.

The blogger's jogging route in Singapore