Typhoon Glenda, known internationally as Rammasun, had her little visit in the Philippines the other week. You could say that it was completely the opposite of pleasant. In fact, it took us all by surprise when the typhoon started to ravage our towns and cities. We all thought that it would be just like another typhoon, but man we were wrong. I got bewildered when the roaring winds came barging on the windows in the middle of the night. It was such a great shock to the people, especially those living in Southern Luzon. Guess what else? It left over 5 million people in the dark after it knocked down (the) power supply in several parts of Metro Manila and other provinces.
With the electricity gone, a form of communication was lost. Even phone signals were hard to find. There was no other way of communicating with people in other ares, unless you'd willingly travel the road with the typhoon raging on. The power outage bored the crap out of me. I needed something entertaining to keep myself busy. Playing board games was an option, but no one wanted to play with me. So, I resorted to talking with my family, including our dog, and reading lots of books - a stack of 'em, even if I had to seemingly cook my face in front of a candle just to be able to read in the dark. Those were the only forms of communication that could take place in my sole situation. We all blabbered the time away. I most certainly also did enjoy reading where all the contents of the books became alive with a hint of my imagination as if it was communicating with me.
Well, that was that and no more could have been done with my lazy ass attitude. The typhoon had its nightmare to unleash but it also had its perks. People got to communicate with each other physically to relieve boredom and share their stories. It's times like these when we remember the greatest way of communicating.
