I kind of miss waiting for the radio announcement of suspension of classes. The closest thing to it was getting an email from HR that we could go home at 5pm today.
One of my favorite memories of rainy days when I was younger is eating breakfast in my parents’ room in our old house in Marikina. It was on the “second floor” of the bedroom. In quotation marks because our house was really a bungalow and my parents just had a sort-of loft or attic built in their bedroom. You see, our tiny house on the corner of Oriole and Flamingo always got flooded in whenever it rained. I still remember waking up and seeing my bedroom half-submerged in murky floodwater. I think my tandayan even fell into the water. Yuck. Haha!
Whenever classes got suspended, we’d get carried to the spiral staircase going up to my parents’ bedroom and we’d eat pan de sal and peanut butter until the water went down. It still gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling. Hahaha!
Even though I’d love to eat peanut butter pan de sal in my parents’ room with my family again, I really wouldn’t want to get flooded in. O: Not after a few months ago when I got stuck in traffic for two hours coming from the office and then, coming home to an extremely muddy house. Isn’t it ironic? (Don’t you think? Haha!) We moved out of Marikina so we wouldn’t get flooded in and now, we still get flooded in!