so, it's 7.30pm, we have power back for now, but we were told that there might be an island-wide shutdown at 9pm. we're making the most of it. i'm online, my dad is watching imelda on dvd, my mom is watching a horrifying episode of 60 minutes filled with blood and gore of wildlife animals, and i'm trying to ignore it. we have one window uncovered--it's double glazed, typhoon proof--and it's freaking me out because it's so dark and stormy outside, i really can't look out. the noise of the wind and rain can be overwhelming. i prefer the hole of my room, which is built against a cliff, and therefore buffered from a lot of it.

okay this 60 minutes is really freaking me out, can you tell i am on the verge of medication?

i'm just stressed out. years of typhoons, you would think i would used to it, but there's a breaking point, and i think collectively, the island has reached it. then you get the new stress of wondering how literal that breaking point is. is the typhoon where my house collapses around me? concrete supposedly lasts centuries, but i don't think it was subject to the stress of repeated typhoons and earthquakes. water can seep through in the weirdest places. you think about your mortality a lot when you are at the mercy of nature.

okay, happy thoughts...happy thoughts.