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And yes, it is here once again, summer has bid farewell, and rain, no rather typhoon season has come. Obviously, I am not happy about it, I don't know if anyone is happy about it, I guess not. The latter part of July all the way till late in November is when the Philippines experiences quite an immense amount of precipitation.

No snow, no hailstones, just water coming from the sky in what often seems like unending torrents of liquid curse. I was lucky I have a neighbour who owns a car and works in the same college as I am, she gave me a free ride to and fro, I did not have to suffer being exposed to the monsoon rain - turned typhoon. I know it could have been worse, but somehow I just could not shake this unpleasant feeling whenever it rains or whenever there's a typhoon.

The Philippines is also expecting the "big one" an earthquake predicted to have a magnitude 7 or 8 and yes I do agree that compared to the flood and the typhoon that is way worse. Still, that does not make it feel any better. I guess it's because while my mum and I are safe in our new home, my married brother and his family are still staying at our old house, which is in a flood-prone area. And whether or not I admit it, I feel frustrated because I couldn't do anything, and I do not have the capacity to help my brother out to find a new home, somewhere safer, somewhere where the flood won't bother them.

But how do I solve such a problem? I mean the house my mum and I are living in now, doesn't even belong to us. It belongs to my sister, and while we are free to stay here, I know time will come when she would decide to return to the Philippines, and well, I don't need to state the details, as it is of course rather obvious - we will have to find a place of our own.