Cabin fever

Fartsy was very glad to get out. An entire day spent in a room can do mean things to your mind.

Today we woke up to—gasp!—the slightest hint of sunshine, but just before noon the rain started pouring again. A day of suspension is fun, two days, nice, but three days? Ugh.

Pedring damage

Kuya JC and I took a walk around the Academic Oval at around 1130pm Tuesday, just hours after the worst of Pedring. The campus is hella devastated, although thankfully not as much as Roxas Boulevard, the Mall of Asia and Sofitel.

Tons of fallen branches. I woke up Tuesday morning to see lashing winds outside my window; a text from the Chancellor had spread around saying that classes were suspended—until 1pm, which is really a WTF move, considering that, oh, I don't know, there's a nasty storm ripping apart roofs and uprooting trees outside.

Thankfully, an hour after that announcement was made, it was superseded by a whole-day suspension. The following day there wasn't any rain anymore, and classes were once again suspended until 1pm to give everyone time to recover before we went back to studying and fighting for greater state subsidy.

Trees in front of UP-Ayala Technohub, now growing sideways thanks to Pedring.

Guest post by the weather

Dear citizens of Quezon City,

Ha! After yesterday's intense heat, you thought the rains were finally going away, huh? Well, surprise! I bring you more unceasing precipitation. You are drenched. The ground is wet and smells like a basketball player's sock. Bwahahaha.

The weather.

Dahil umulan nung isang araw, magpapaka-artsy fartsy ako.

Yet another storm on Tuesday. The rain started pouring early in the morning, but the administration didn't suspend classes right away, so students had to make their way through flood and unbelievable traffic to get to class.

Two sticks of Nescafe sugar-free and my last bowl of instant noodles (which came with a fork as advertised, unlike that other bowl of the same product).

And then at noon the Chancellor suspended classes and work, much to the chagrin of those who'd already gotten themselves drenched just to get to class.

Everyone went home. At three PM the sky was clear and the Sun shining.

On Monday night, UP students frustrated with the administration's uncoordinated information dissemination system turned to Twitter to look for announcements. People reposted the tweets of @CesarSalomaUPD, apparently thinking it was really the Chancellor who owned the account. After a few tweets the guy behind the account admitted he was trolling (successfully, might I add). He/she has since renamed the account to @NotCaesarSaloma.

The UP System (whose account is authentic, unless we're being fooled again!) tweeted a reprimand to @NotCaesarSaloma:

Renaming your account does not change your being irresponsible and unethical, a big disappointment if you're from UP.

Apparently the guys at Quezon Hall don't take too kindly to trolls.

OO NA HINDI NA KAYO PIKON.

Walang pasok.

Malacañang-declared, Saloma-approved.

Four hours of Gateway perambulation.

The train on the Katz side of the line.

It's still raining.

Attempts at foraging for dinner thwarted by rain and subsequent dearth of passenger jeeps.

(One eventually came along, though. Three cups of rice at Mang Inasal. Achievement.)

Umuulan na naman.