For once.
No classes today. No classes tomorrow. All because of the new typhoon.
Last Tuesday, classes were also suspended because of the typhoon, Winnie. Again, classes tomorrow are suspended, nationwide, because of a new typhoon, Yoyong. It’s like our lives here have come to a hiatus.
But not for those who have lost their homes, their possessions, and their loved ones. Most especially for those who have lost their lives. Not just a hiatus, but a permanent stop of their hearts.
For once, I am talking about something significant here, something unselfish, and something that I have come to realize while I was watching the news earlier.
Last Tuesday night, I was news searching for my Eco class and a certain headline struck me. “300 people dead and 125 still missing.”
It awed me. I was rejoicing the whole day because my prayers were answered and school was suspended. But when I read the news… While I was on the zenith of the fete, many people were struggling with nature, hopeless and desperate to survive. That day was perhaps the longest day of their lives. People lost their lives and there I was rejoicing. I felt guilty.
And now, after the hideous typhoon brought misery to our nation, another one strikes and is ready to bring more misery.
We were at our uncle’s house a while ago and were watching the news. All eyes on the typhoon. People have already evacuated their homes as early as yesterday night. I guess they were traumatized by the former typhoon and were too afraid to lose more.
But there were still those who got stranded in their little havens while they drowned with the cold rain and wild wind. No matter how much they wished and cried to get out of there, they couldn’t.
Knowing that, a certain group of reporters went to this village and caught a family trying to get a grip of themselves and run for their lives. The reporters helped them. One of them carried the lady’s baby. And he was still in shock while reporting the story on TV.
As soon as we got home, I carried the puppies inside our house. I fed them and waited for them to fall asleep. There isn’t much rain but the wind is strong. And right now, I still don’t know how to feel.
I just wish this typhoon would get the heck out of our country as soon as possible. Too many people are dying. I can't bear it.
[random 1] While I was feeding the pups, I unconsciously hummed Tsumetai Hikari.
[random 2] I re-realized that journalism is the best path for me.
[random 3] Damn you illegal loggers!
Last Tuesday, classes were also suspended because of the typhoon, Winnie. Again, classes tomorrow are suspended, nationwide, because of a new typhoon, Yoyong. It’s like our lives here have come to a hiatus.
But not for those who have lost their homes, their possessions, and their loved ones. Most especially for those who have lost their lives. Not just a hiatus, but a permanent stop of their hearts.
For once, I am talking about something significant here, something unselfish, and something that I have come to realize while I was watching the news earlier.
Last Tuesday night, I was news searching for my Eco class and a certain headline struck me. “300 people dead and 125 still missing.”
It awed me. I was rejoicing the whole day because my prayers were answered and school was suspended. But when I read the news… While I was on the zenith of the fete, many people were struggling with nature, hopeless and desperate to survive. That day was perhaps the longest day of their lives. People lost their lives and there I was rejoicing. I felt guilty.
And now, after the hideous typhoon brought misery to our nation, another one strikes and is ready to bring more misery.
We were at our uncle’s house a while ago and were watching the news. All eyes on the typhoon. People have already evacuated their homes as early as yesterday night. I guess they were traumatized by the former typhoon and were too afraid to lose more.
But there were still those who got stranded in their little havens while they drowned with the cold rain and wild wind. No matter how much they wished and cried to get out of there, they couldn’t.
Knowing that, a certain group of reporters went to this village and caught a family trying to get a grip of themselves and run for their lives. The reporters helped them. One of them carried the lady’s baby. And he was still in shock while reporting the story on TV.
As soon as we got home, I carried the puppies inside our house. I fed them and waited for them to fall asleep. There isn’t much rain but the wind is strong. And right now, I still don’t know how to feel.
I just wish this typhoon would get the heck out of our country as soon as possible. Too many people are dying. I can't bear it.
[random 1] While I was feeding the pups, I unconsciously hummed Tsumetai Hikari.
[random 2] I re-realized that journalism is the best path for me.
[random 3] Damn you illegal loggers!