Some hear the word Philippines and immediately hallucinate of lush, tropical nature bathing in sunlight.
Unfortunately though, Typhoon Juan braved the jungles of my country and I have been showering in the rain every afternoon since Saturday. I just don’t enjoy the rain while travelling from school to home. Its like running on a desert naked.
I’m really proud of PAGASA, the government agency in charge of seeing storms or whatever natural phenomenas hours before reality does. I think they have done their job well and even thought the mortality count deviated from zero, its all because of disobedience and not the lack of information. I guess there will never be a time that Filipinos, being heavily diverse, will agree upon an idea simultaneously.
Actually, I have no right to rant about the weather. The typhoon’s radius didn’t reach my patch of land. If the Philippines was a compass, the typhoon hit North. I was somewhere near the midpoint of the compass, housed by a battered umbrella. I’m really far away from the true disaster. Good ol’ luck to those who were heavily hit by the typhoon! I bet you will forget all about this in the next municipal fiesta so just stand right back up and move on. We are Filipinos, remember?