All we had were typhoons and I’ve no words to describe the gusty winds and heavy rains. It was like the heavens are at their most furious. We are just thankful to be alive, so that anything wet (and kaput) is negligible. Be it the prized old photos or a book collection.

We (I) cannot be too sentimental against the angsts of mother nature. Human life remains most important. For you can buy books again and collect photos once more.

Rebuild. Clean. Acquire. All these you can still when you live after super typhoons. Life is too precious. It could be taken in a split second. Gusty winds. Falling trees. Mudslides. Flashfloods.

A moment of silence for all the lives taken by Typhoon Reming (Int’l name: Durian).

To those who lived after Reming, these words couldn’t be more apt (Thanks MY for the inspiring SMS!):

Happiness is somewhere between too little and too much. May you have just..

  • enough wealth to meet your needs
  • enough poverty to learn how to work hard
  • enough blessings to know that God loves you
  • enough problems so you don’t forget Him
  • enough happines to keep you sweet
  • enough trials to keep you strong
  • enough hope to keep you happy
  • enough sorrow to keep you human

We’re having full serving of the whole menu. Christmas in Bicolandia will definitely be seen on a different light, with or without electricity.

(Funny how Christmas Carols were playing on the radio as I write this entry. Because we barely had electricity in most of the -ber months, this was the first time I’ve heard Christmas Carols this year.)