Revenge at its Best
September 26, 2009 --- The day when Mother Nature finally decided...
ENOUGH is ENOUGH.
When I woke up that Saturday morning it was already raining. I knew that
Storm Signal no. 2 has been raised in our area. I didn't really think too much of it,
I've lived through some pretty bad storms before which were of much intensity than
this Ondoy that's been on the weather forecast since the day before.
"No reason to be alarmed"...or that's what I told myself.
But around 10-ish I went outside to feed my dog and I was shocked to see
that the flood had already reached our gate. Due to some very weird and hilariously
funny reason, I got locked out for my own house, courtesy of my grandma who thought
that locking the doors can stop the flood from getting in. Good thing that one of the
cars that were parked in our garage was unlocked so I got to sit there while I waited
for someone to unlock the door for me. :))
As I was sitting in the car, I got to watch how the water level went from our gate to
alarmingly...halfway our garage.(I left the car door open.) When someone finally
unlocked the house door I went back in the house and told everyone that the water
was going up at a really fast pace.
(I was stuck outside around half an hour, just so you know. =)))
Not 20 minutes later, the first floor of our house was flooded. I was amazed at myself because
as small and scrawny as I am...I helped my dad lift up most of our furniture. (Yes, I did that, but
that was because there was no one else, my older brother was in school that day.)
It's the first time in my 15 years of existence that our house got flooded. It's rare for our street
be flooded so I never thought that this could ever happen. What's worse is that it kept raining
and raining...and the flood water got higher and higher. It got high enough that we had to
take my dog (who just so happens to be bigger than me) up to the 3rd floor of our house.
And believe me that was HARD. :|
I kept going back and forth from the 1st floor to the 3rd floor. I got to walk around in
almost knee-high muddy flood water and I almost slipped, if I did I would have fallen HARD
on my back and I would have gotten soaked in mud-water. I spent quite a lot of time under the
rain as well. (I stayed with my dog on the 3rd floor, which is like a rooftop so you could imagine
how wet I got that day.)
The flood outside our house was chest-high, inside it was knee-high. We had no electricity,
and it was past lunch and I haven't even eaten breakfast yet. Things were just happening so fast.
Fortunately, around 8-ish the rain was only a mere drizzle and the flood had subsided.
OH YES. I've never been so grateful to see the floor. :))
The next day, I went downstairs and only then did I really realize how bad things were.
Our house was no longer flooded but almost everything was covered in mud. The fridge,
the oven, the piano, the CAR...the floor.
Oh, I thought we had it bad. But when electricity was restored and I got to watch the TV.
It was devastating...
People were stuck on their roofs with nothing to eat.
Landslides left roads impossible to pass through.
Many died.
Those who didn't...were left homeless with nothing but the clothes on their backs.
Watching them...I felt so thankful to be alive. But I also felt pity. They needed help yet I could
offer nothing. I myself was a victim of the typhoon.
Finally, 5 days after the typhoon, we finished cleaning up our house, the net is back up
and I'm here. :DDD
Right now I want to do nothing but go to school and join the thousands who have
decided to take action and help the victims of the typhoon. But I have no means of getting
to school. I've already prepared school supplies which I will be donating once I get the
chance to though.
Mother Nature has taken revenge. :( Hopefully this doesn't happen again.
ENOUGH is ENOUGH.
When I woke up that Saturday morning it was already raining. I knew that
Storm Signal no. 2 has been raised in our area. I didn't really think too much of it,
I've lived through some pretty bad storms before which were of much intensity than
this Ondoy that's been on the weather forecast since the day before.
"No reason to be alarmed"...or that's what I told myself.
But around 10-ish I went outside to feed my dog and I was shocked to see
that the flood had already reached our gate. Due to some very weird and hilariously
funny reason, I got locked out for my own house, courtesy of my grandma who thought
that locking the doors can stop the flood from getting in. Good thing that one of the
cars that were parked in our garage was unlocked so I got to sit there while I waited
for someone to unlock the door for me. :))
As I was sitting in the car, I got to watch how the water level went from our gate to
alarmingly...halfway our garage.(I left the car door open.) When someone finally
unlocked the house door I went back in the house and told everyone that the water
was going up at a really fast pace.
(I was stuck outside around half an hour, just so you know. =)))
Not 20 minutes later, the first floor of our house was flooded. I was amazed at myself because
as small and scrawny as I am...I helped my dad lift up most of our furniture. (Yes, I did that, but
that was because there was no one else, my older brother was in school that day.)
It's the first time in my 15 years of existence that our house got flooded. It's rare for our street
be flooded so I never thought that this could ever happen. What's worse is that it kept raining
and raining...and the flood water got higher and higher. It got high enough that we had to
take my dog (who just so happens to be bigger than me) up to the 3rd floor of our house.
And believe me that was HARD. :|
I kept going back and forth from the 1st floor to the 3rd floor. I got to walk around in
almost knee-high muddy flood water and I almost slipped, if I did I would have fallen HARD
on my back and I would have gotten soaked in mud-water. I spent quite a lot of time under the
rain as well. (I stayed with my dog on the 3rd floor, which is like a rooftop so you could imagine
how wet I got that day.)
The flood outside our house was chest-high, inside it was knee-high. We had no electricity,
and it was past lunch and I haven't even eaten breakfast yet. Things were just happening so fast.
Fortunately, around 8-ish the rain was only a mere drizzle and the flood had subsided.
OH YES. I've never been so grateful to see the floor. :))
The next day, I went downstairs and only then did I really realize how bad things were.
Our house was no longer flooded but almost everything was covered in mud. The fridge,
the oven, the piano, the CAR...the floor.
Oh, I thought we had it bad. But when electricity was restored and I got to watch the TV.
It was devastating...
People were stuck on their roofs with nothing to eat.
Landslides left roads impossible to pass through.
Many died.
Those who didn't...were left homeless with nothing but the clothes on their backs.
Watching them...I felt so thankful to be alive. But I also felt pity. They needed help yet I could
offer nothing. I myself was a victim of the typhoon.
Finally, 5 days after the typhoon, we finished cleaning up our house, the net is back up
and I'm here. :DDD
Right now I want to do nothing but go to school and join the thousands who have
decided to take action and help the victims of the typhoon. But I have no means of getting
to school. I've already prepared school supplies which I will be donating once I get the
chance to though.
Mother Nature has taken revenge. :( Hopefully this doesn't happen again.