I'm a survivor of too many calamities that I sometimes think they were all made for me. When I was 10, our area was one of the most devastated by Typhoon Ondoy. We lost almost everything and had to start from scratch. At 11, we moved to Tacloban to start anew. The following year, ATOM 7.5 happened the earthquake the shook half of Visayas and left almost all properties with cracks wide open. So at 12, I survived flooding (Ondoy) and one of the strongest earthquake in the country (ATOM 7.5) Woah there, right? It didn't stop there. At 13, my family and I are one of the survivors of the deadly Typhoon Yolanda. I was a resident of Brgy. San Jose. Our house was built literally beside the sea. The survival after was harder than the surge, there was food and clean water scarcity. My family was forced to fly in one of the best yet scariest ride of my life, the C130. We flew back to Manila, survived a few months; and at 14, I became a resident of the Summer Capital of the Philippines, Baguio City. How I got here? Let's save that for another story.