i don't think we're in kansas anymore, toto

today at the penthouse, ten thousand boiling kettles just landed from mars. i had a symphony of whistles and wheezes accompany me through the lazy afternoon work, as i daydreamed of halloween masks and shrieking kids. manila bay was restless and i was half expecting the water to recede and reveal its filthy rock bed prior to the violent arrival of a deep-impact-type tsunami. (it'd be totally uncool to be hit by a manila-bay tsunami -- garbage, oil leaks, body parts and what not.) i know there's a storm coming, but it was ridiculous... booms, bangs and whees made me believe our floor had been torn out from the rest of the building, hurtling towards a distant country like panama or costa rica.

as office mates increased the volumes of the rock music and jazz rhythms that blared silently in their ears, the walls groaned with the banging of doors and windows. the ghosts were awakened and were not content with listening to the eerie music the wind was brewing. they joined in, rattling all the earwax out of the crevices and caves in our heads. it was like a cut scene from the movie, twister.