yesterday we have a typhoon. no classes. not much work. power out. but i got to do several things. i got to sketch some designs for a client like the one here. read a book... the president's daughter by jack higgins... in single day. and watch the wind batter the trees outside my window... saw a finch of sorts flying from branch to branch. and thought that there i am enjoying the melancholic moment only because i am safe in a sturdy house ... what about the ones whose houses are under water. roofs blown off by the wind. houses crushed by trees. they who have to evacuate and worry for the rest of their lives... where to live... what to do...how to get on with their lives... where can they find hope? and me... here i am writing my blog anew... going about my day... my life... seeing the hope in every tattered leaf scattered on the ground. worrying only about the things that no one bother to think of... what good is that? what right do i have to be hopeful when everyone around me feels hopeless? how do i show them what i see? when all they see are decay... i still love the rain of course... how do i teach others to love it as well?