Post-Ondoy Onslaught

It's been two days since last Saturday's torrential downpour. Now the devastation is apparent as the sun beats down the aftermath. Knee-deep in mud, destroyed properties, washed out homes, taken lives...

I was at home at that time, safe and comfortable along with my family, unaware that the rain was currently tearing down other homes much like mine with families also inside them. Not safe, far from comfort. We were unaware of the gravity of the situation until we saw the news yesterday (after finally gaining connection through cable and internet), the ruined houses, overturned vehicles, destroyed structures. It was all surreal and shocking because what we experienced during the typhoon was nothing to what we were seeing on TV. It was a nightmare come true.

Now, the pull is far greater than before. The pull to help out others who are still in need. Right now, I feel so helpless, work preventing me from doing something about it. As of the moment, the only help I could think of is reposting announcements, emergency hotlines and updates through Facebook. I've also been trying to keep in touch with friends and asking for their situation through text messages, whom I haven't heard news from since last Saturday. Later, I plan to pass by our climbing gym to give out my share in the donations for those who'll need food.

I just hope it still won't be too late to help come weekend. And for the supposed incoming monsoon this Thursday, I hope it's not as worse as Ondoy. God knows a lot of people have already suffered enough.

LSS

While my mind has been going overload recently (professionally, emotionally, ecumenically...), I thought maybe listening to a sad, heart-wrenchingly depressing song over and over again for the last two hours will calm it down. Hm.

Thanks to Flori, I get to listen to this song again. This makes me feel cheesy, sad, happy... and sleepy right now. LOL

Put Your Arms Around Me

Texas

Are you ready maybe are you willing to run

Are you ready to let yourself drown

Are you holding your breath

Are you ready or not

Are you ready maybe do you long to confess

Do you feel that you're already numb

Are you sure of yourself

Would you lie if you're not

You tire me out don't want to let that happen

A secret scream so loud why did you let that happen

So put your arms around me

You let me believe that you were someone else

Cause only time can take you

So let me believe that I am someone else

Maybe are you ready to break

Do you think that I push you too far

Would you open yourself

Are you reckless or not

You tire me out don't want to let that happen

A secret scream so loud why did you let that happen

So put your arms around me

So put your arms around me

Make me believe

Take me, take me somewhere, somewhere

Let me believe

Cause only time can take you so

stop

Revived

Now currently out of the storm cloud. Had some mild bursts this morning, but I was put to right again. And my mood lifted a bit after watching the Cheer Dance Competition yesterday afternoon. The team I was vying for didn't grab first place, but I hope this one will be a lesson learned for them: don't leave your feet from the ground once you've experienced reaching the stars. A lesson on humility. This lesson is specifically targeted to a person I know so well.

But I think it's part of his DNA that's irrevocably there. It runs in the blood, unfortunately. Too bad we're also related.

Last week has been explosively mind-curdling. In tagalog: "mainit ang ulo." I have no idea where I got it, if there's a virus spreading or something. Most people I know had the S for the past week as well. Was it the constant rain? Usually this just makes me sleepy. I just hope that phase is done and over with. I've got a lot going on my plate at work so I might as well concentrate on that all the more this coming weeks. By God, for all I know September's over already, but I really don't want to. Except that if it doesn't end, then my piggy bank won't be fed soon. AND I NEED IT FED constantly.

It's the BER, it's the BER! My usual childish excitement is gone when the Ber season comes, because I'm not the receiving end of gifts anymore (but I get lucky at times, hehe). It is now the other way around. But I always have fun buying gifts, as long as I have enough money in my pocketses. Haha!

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S - is for "sumpong"

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This is a truly fucked up world.

When you have friends who aren't really your friends.

Family you can't get rid of.

And a situation you cannot escape.

Truly fucked up.

Sucks to be me, right? Now I'm going to rant how nobody understands me. That they can't possibly know my situation right now because they are not in my shoes. I'm high and mighty that it's imperative I stay in my gleaming pedestal and I can't possibly be cut off from this height because this is where I belong. You're nothing, I'm important. I'm hurt, you're not. I'm loved, you're alone and rotting in your putrid solitary existence. I'm right, everybody else is wrong. I'm forgiving, and you're a sinner. I'm not you, and you're definitely not me.

So fuck off and don't talk to me like you matter because there will come a day when you'll be laughing your ass off as you look down on me as I grovel in my shitty existence.

Bingi na

May mga taong mahilig makinig.

May mga taong ayaw makinig.

May mga taong gustong makinig pero di pwedeng ipakinig yung gustong madinig.

May mga taong nagdidinig-dinigan lang.

Ano ka?