`Perceive`

Rain, rain, has gone away. Don't come back any day... You've ruined my weekend!

D@mn. i never really cared less until it struck.

The typhoon- Milenyo... ruined much of our weekend and a lot of lives. And just when I had so much to finish, he kills off everything.

Wednesday night:

Fe, Jen, Lou and I were doing our thesis paper in a computer shop in Dasma. It's draft was due the next day. Then, my mom called saying that classes were already announced to be suspended for Tuesday. So, it was like a two day vacation - Thursday for the storm, Friday for the charter day... and life resumes on Saturday for Law class.

I thought it would be simple as that. We would be finishing things at home, meet up at Thursday and finish the project while it's raining and have some food trip right after that.

Thing is... things didnt turn out exactly as planned. To begin with, the suspension of classes had already ruined much of our schedule.

Thursday...

So there, I woke up by eight, expecting a text message from either Fe or Jen confirming out meeting at my place. I was already home in Cavite City the evening before so we'd be jamming over my house. Before any message arrives, there was a black out, the wind got worse. Sooner or later, the roof from the Grandstand was blown off. The Grandstand is a actually a set of wooden bleachers with a roof. So there, the roof crashed into my Aunt's house. The long slabs of wood hit directly unto her bed, the roof was literally torn open and the water came pouring in. We took her stuff out of the room, I was all wet and I tried to more quickly, fearing the roof may crash in anytime.

Yeah, it was a risk every time I went back into that room. It was scary. But this is the Philippines, no government funds will rebuilt our house, no insurance to cover the destroyed things... so we ought to save it all. And yeah, the f*cking government don't give a sh!t, it's a part of a public property maintained by the government but hell they won't give a single penny to those it ruined. it's their fault in the first place, there was poor (or no) architecture, it was built on low quality materials (take note, in my lifetime of 18 years, it was blown off twice, and four times in total since the high quality grandstand was torn down due to a really big storm and it was old back in the 70s. since then they used low quality crap).

...afternoon

the crash happened at 10am. The eye of the storm passes at like 1pm. It was freaky, but I sort of loved the tension it created - scary, traumatic, there's a tinge of death somewhere. For a moment, some of our neighbors helped us. Somehow, I felt like we're not really hated here. Maybe it's only me... or my father who's long gone from here. Then the storm began. I was at the terrace and I saw flying rooftops for the first time. It didnt last as long as the first hit, nor was it as hard.

Breakdown... breakdown... dead

That afternoon it ended. Bobby and I roamed around several streets out of curiosity and the urge to dip our skinny feet into the water. There was a flood, with it flowed debris and piles of wood, leaves and everything else. There were crashed walls, destroyed rooftops, torn trees.

The following day was a scenery of the aftermath. The sunny morning gave a clearer sight of its horror. No, I'm not really devastated and scared. I was more of annoyed - there was no power, no signal, no water (and I have to get fetch from the Pozo)... tell me how much worse can it get?

Anyway, we have electricity now. Only a few parts of the city has light... I want to thank two - 1. God... 2. a special person who made it possible but wouldnt take credit so I'd keep your name a secret anyway. So... there...

I was out of touch with technology for four days. It was really horrible... but nonetheless, fine. It didn't screw much of my life. We're just hanging on a few days preparation for our defense... arrgg... I'm sarcastic, just for the record that you might not understand.

 **I'll have the video uploaded and pic posted...**