I’m supposed to be in Manila today but because of this certain typhoon called Fengshen or for our westernized country’s sake, Frank, I’m stuck here in Pampanga thinking about Frank. Do I love Frank? Do I hate Frank?

Classes are suspended! Well, I used to love going to school back when I was in high school. I’m a fan of learning new things and all but I’m still adjusting to college life and I really don’t like having PE that is why I’d pass this time. I wouldn’t have to do my homework too. I can just do it tonight. I’m a crammer since high school days after all. Of course I love Frank… or so one might think.

So let’s say I love Frank. I wouldn’t be blogging about this if that’s what I felt. Besides, a stereotyped notion on a teenager is that he loves rainy days because of the same reasons I stated. There’d be nothing special about another teenager loving typhoons.

With the LRT lines down, properties wrecked, people killed, who would love such a monster that is Frank? Sure, I’m not directly affected. I’m perfectly safe at home having fun while watching SHINee videos. But no, I’ve had enough of the self-centeredess of people my age. Any conceited and immature teenager might love Frank but I don’t. I love having no classes but I do hate the Philippines being rattled by such disastrous things as Frank. So then…

Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.