Living my 16 years in Southern Philippines where typhoons rarely (once in a lifetime) pass, moving to the upper half of the country was sort of different. Yesterday was my first encounter with a typhoon, typhoon Fengshen also known as Frank in the Philippines.

Sunday 1am, I was quite amazed by the strong winds. The dorm’s basement (Kalayaan Residence Hall in UP Diliman [Quezon City]) was filled with raging cold air. It was cold, really cold.

Then about 2am, it started to drizzle. Raging cold air plus light rain — I did not have an idea that it was a storm.

Then by 4am, the raging cold air and rain sustains its energy. Then, the lights went off. Still no idea that it was a typhoon. By that time, my body surrendered and fell into deep sleep.

Past 9am, I was awakened by a female resident assistant’s advisory stating that signal number 3 typhoon hit the dorm. We were advised to postpone our off-campus appointments, stock food supply and etc. It was still very dark, virtually no light on the corridors.

It was the “end of the world”.

Hours later, the electricity was restored.

Then the rain stopped.

Then, bye bye typhoon.

Then, a peaceful night with no typhoon.

Then, an announcement that classes on all levels are suspended.

Then, slept for the night.

Woke up with no typhoon.

Did not attend the classes.

The end.