Here’s the thing about typhoons here
our region was so accustomed to them with almost 20+ per year,
(yep, we had provisions, we’re so alert all the fricking time)
but if the winds were weaker and the rain‘s stronger, and we still have electricity, my Dad will definitely plug the mic on and spend the whole evening singing at Karaoke, being all competitive against the typhoon.
And he was butchering Micheal Learns to Rock songs, so my sister and I butted in and reserved Britney and Mariah Carrey songs, and to mention
BEYONCE
for Love on Top and Dangerously in Love
and it’s like saying, “FUCK YOU!” to typhoon Urduja with cringy high notes.
(Pray for us and our homes)













