I didn't exactly know what to expect when I woke up.

The wifi slow? The floor covered in water? The house in ruins? Me in a black coffin while Helena played around me?

Well, I woke up to having a rosary and a phone shoved in my face.

It was my cousin, (whose name will be AJ to conceal her identity, bcuz reasons) she had given me my rosary bracelet and my phone.

I thanked her and stared at the surroundings. I was in my aunt's room, exactly where I slept last time, though it looked trashed, like a grouppf football players had decided to pay a light night visit and started slamming into random things.

There were puddles on the tiled floor, the bed looked like Harambe had a gorilla party in it, the windows were shut, but the curtains tied to the sides, stopping them from whipping back and forth from the winds that escaped through the small gaps between the window.

My 83 year old grandmother was there, shivering, a blanket thrown over her frail wrinkled figure, accompanied her,was my teenage cousin, Jessica. One of my aunties, the one I liked to call Auntie Nars, she was a nurse, but when I named her that (yes child. I named her. Deal with it) I didn't know how to spell and pronounce, so it was Nars--- you know what? Skip this.

Anyway, Auntie Nars was attending to my cousin and told me that I overslept. Again.

Yes I'm a heavy sleeper, but I wondered how the hell I even slept through such a noisy and freaking cold storm.

Turns out, the typhoon was stronger than how I originally thought it was. Since our Christmas tree had toppled over, the kitchen roof was missing, and a lot of the windows were already broken, at least that was what they told me, I didn't dare creep out the room.

Of course, my tiny, pitifully hopeful ten year old brain was stupid enough to assume this typhoon would be over soon and she'd be back to playing games, watching anime and dealing with homework the next day

I was dead wrong, of course. But we'll get to that later.

The door opened and in came my other aunt, Auntie Nars #2 or just Auntie B for now to conceal her identity.

Auntie B was holding her phone and I could to tell she was videotaping this and so I decided to lighten up the mood, I managed a dramatic siting pose while wearing a tweety bird blanket around me.

"What are we going to do?! " , I exclaimed in my most dramatic and ridiculous voice I managed, hoping that they would laugh, but being such serious killjoys, they ignored my outburst.

I regretted that descion too, because the video can be currently seen in Facebook, and of course, you could see me doing an akwardly dramatic pose while acting like a total idiot.

Yup. There goes my dignity.

Did I mention that people still laugh over my stupid act? Oh sure, laugh when the Typhoons over.

But then I realized something, my grandparents weren't there. Neither were my grandfather's siblings.

If this happened to this day of course, I would've jumped from the bed and run immediately out. But I was ten at that time, and I had this idiotic habit to assume the best and think too positive.

Stupid ten-year old self! You watch too much Disney!

Auntie B told us to stay put and made her way out the door, the camera in hand.

I wanted to go back to sleep and wait for the storm to pass and the Wi-Fi to come back in full speed, but I was too distracted by the constant wind slamming into the windows accompanied with a few droplets of rain. It sounded as if a huge wall of wind kept ramming into the window at full speed.

The sound was really annoying, so there was no way I could sleep. Then suddenly, someone screamed from the outside.

"TUBIG!"

Translation: Water

The door open and came running in was my aunt, my grandmother and grandfather. They told us to get out and go up to the second floor.

We panicked like animals of course, while I just sat on the bed, confused.

Then black murky water came flooding in.

And it didn't stop.