I remember those three days perfectly. It was September 25th, 2009, a Friday. I and my friends decided to have a drink to celebrate a friend's birthday. We didn't check the news, and we didn't care. After all, the Philippines is always visited by storms.
Around 11 in the evening, the wind started to howl and sway the coconut leaves back and forth. It also started to drizzle, but still, we didn't budge. We only left the bar when it started to get serious. That was around 2 in the morning.
When I arrived at home, our street was flooded, and the water was up to the ankle (or past that). But because the street where I live in always gets flooded everytime it rains hard, I wasn't worried. So I went to bed slightly drunk.
I slept until 5 in the afternoon of September 26th, but in between, I was awaken by random conversations of my neighbors. I could hear them talking about the flood, rain, and power blackout. But because I drank the night before, I was so tired and sleepy I couldn't get up.
When I got out of bed, it was dark. I knew that power was out, so instead of aiming for the switch, I lit up a candle and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I still didn't have any idea of what was happening outside.
When I finished, I decided to go outside my unit and look for something good to eat. I lived on the 2nd floor, so that means I had to go down the stairs. But I got the ugliest surprise of my life when I saw that the floodwaters consumed the entire ground floor of our building. My first reaction was to check the skies and see if it's still raining. Luckily, the rain had stopped so I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to my room.