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It’s been more than 2 months since my blog’s haunted with more posts. Mental block? Amnesia? Hmnn, sort of…
For the past months, my blog has been mum ‘bout so many events - personal, family-related, historical – the death of former President Corazon Aquino included. But don’t get me wrong. I love this country's history much as you do and was as ardent as other bloggers were writing something ‘bout events as such but didn’t have the luxury of time.
Fast forward: Two rainpours, opposing upshots
Last Monday (a legal holiday), Jigs and I (Roen’s quite having his another grand vacation at the province), my brother in-law, and my youngest sibling, Marilyn (who’s currently taking up her review near United Doctors Medical Center for the Nursing Board), went our way up to Antipolo for a swim. Rains were pouring heavily outside while on our way, with commuters stranded on waiting sheds and clogged streets. But I couldn't care less as I comfortably was sitting at the back of the car, with sister, kind of engrossed in reading a law book. Besides, there was nothing wrong with the heavy rains I thought; such was soothing and tuneful for a person like me who’s starving for a break from a rigorous, monotonous schooling. And that’s why husband decided for a swim, amidst the rain - primarily, for a time off. I don’t know but perhaps Antipolo’s the first thing came his mind.
Well, the swim was sort of fun, as expected. After two and a half hours, the downpours ended, we've been refreshed, and we drove home safe and sound.=)
The Villa Virginia Resort (in Antipolo)
To sum up, our whole weekend slipped away the usual manner, with me trying to juggle family with work and school.
Friday night came, while doing some painstaking school stuffs, I got a text message from my law mates cancelling classes on Saturday morning’s subjects, thus lessening my apprehensions a bit. So I used up my Saturday morning instead on studying our Sunday lessons.
Reading and rereading, chasing the class pace so to speak (as I was absent the other meeting)
Then again, the pouring rain outside home (due to a tropical storm, named “Ondoy”) sounded so musical I ended up immersed on doing my own thing while husband’s at an LBC booth, somewhere within the vicinity. As I was about to get downstairs for lunch, I looked outside and was almost appalled at the fast rising water already leaking our door. At once, I hurriedly tried to scoop them pail by pail unknowing of its more grievous aftermath.
Jigs still hasn’t return home I was panicking. And it was a bit late for me and my brother in-law to rescue our things up to the second floor. My bundles of magazines already got ruined when husband got home. But good grief husband’s safe. After few minutes, we were able to recover all our stuffs mixed up in our room upstairs, except the sofas, the dining table and chairs, and other heavy furniture.
stuffs on the ground all jumbled
even poor Bikey and Oakley weren't able to escape at the onset of flood
(gasoline subsequently escaped onto the water)
The house stuffs were rescued but Jigs' bike and car weren't. We were starving and soaking wet and dirty; it was getting dark (there was no electric power as Jigs turned off the main shutter) and so cold and everything was in chaotic I was holding back my tears because I was thinking if Roen’s with us at the time and such that I would be in severe panic the flood might escalate the second floor and we’ve got nowhere to go.
I'm used to experiencing floods in my hometown as my grandparent’s house is positioned near the Cagayan river. But not in an unanticipated place and time like this, not in the Metro, the first time after 47 years as they said.
The flood settled down by Sunday early morning. At least in our area in Pasay city. Upon watching tv (knowing that the plugs were okay) that whole day, I was deeply saddened at the disturbing sights I've been seeing - situations that have happened outside home at the height of the typhoon attack. People with more harrowing plights; plights that were more hurtful than ours. My husband’s car got messed up and in dire need of overhauling but soon I realized 'twas a minor grievance compared to others whose vehicles were completely devastated and were thrown about by grueling waters like toy cars. I was on the verge of crying last Saturday, of complete dismay on those wet, messy belongings, on those muddled rooms, and on those dilapidated magazines and CDs while others were 'totally' broke, in complete obliteration of properties, and those who were weeping in anguish in loss of a loved one. It’s like me crying in disappointment because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet…
My heart goes to my kababayans (countrymen) - particular mention to Edizon, an officemate who lives in Marikina city (one of the areas with the worst situations, whose whole properties and belongings were flustered by the flood) - who were victims of the "Ondoy" onslaught last Saturday. I may not have that much material means to help but let the powers of prayer do their work.
