Typhoon Ondoy

There is nothing more exciting for rescuers at heart than to have another emergency!  It warms up their blood, their adrenalin starts pumping, they soar into the midst of danger and risk their lives — sometimes plunging into the center of the hazards never to return.  Ordinary people like us, would just as soon pee in their pants.

I wrote this post with several people today.  I hope Pres. Arroyo and Sec. Teodoro will read it.  And take a little cue from there.  Or else, the lives of our heroes, the rescuers at heart, will all be in vain.

In the Eye of the Storm

Pres. Arroyo and Sec. Teodoro: Will they measure up to Ondoy?

It’s now a wee bit sunny.  The common dialogue and buzz words yesterday was a narration of one’s and others’ personal heroic effort for helping save lives with shaky voices to boot, lunod, anod, baha, flood, water and nature’s stampede, patay, ilalim, tubig, walang tubig, walang ilaw, taas ng tubig, ligtas, global warming, perwisyo, perdisyon, parusa ng Diyos, bata, dasal, matanda, babae, lampas taong tubig, walang pasok, di makaalis, hate weather, masamang panahon, kawawa, may sakit, ebakwit, evacuation center, iskul, etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera.

An old woman was shouting at her supposed rescuers why they arrived so, so late. Bakit ngayong lang kayo dumating, ika niya. Di niyo ba alam, wala na kaming kain-kain? Tingnan ninyo ito, wala na nga akong panloob, o! (Why did you arrive only now? she asked. Didn’t you know we don’t have anything more to eat? Look here, I don’t even have any panties to wear!)  Read more about this post here…

Tales from the heart….

 

 

 

 

The Dirges From Maimbung

 

 

 

 

Oh!

Oh!

Hooaa!

OH!  OH!  OH!!!!  OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I came!!!!!!

I caaame!!!!!!!!!!

I caaaaame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Tears are in my eyes

In my heart, is an elegy

(Read: Thesaurus synonyms funeral song,

poem, dirge, speech, composition).

 

In my own soul, is a requiem

(Read: funeral hymn, hymn,

chant, sad song,

mournful song,

sad music, soulful music).

 

I Moan and Cry.

 

About the days in that shithole,

Sulu Mountainside Resort.

Where we paid 20 million(!!!)

for bed and board, fuck!!!

 

I did something wrong that

put me vulnerable to mosquitos.

Because in my bday suit, nothing

Could shield me from them!

 

We, my crew and I

We were hole!

(Read: Whole)

 

We gave each other Energy.

(Sometimes it was I

Sometimes, it was Angelo until he left

Sometimes, it was Jimmy

Sometimes, it was professor

Who gave around the Red Bull or Bacchus,

Lipovitan or Cobra)

 

 

We gave each other enthusiasm.

We dared not share any sadness

Because there was none!

 

I lament my childhood ways!

Makes me feel like a putana.

Sometimes.

But not this time!

 

I cry over the Passion that drives

The staff of Sulu Mountainside Resort!

Something made them what they are!

I am so wet!!!  Hey!!!!

 

( Snuffle, sniffle )

 

I weep

 

(Read:  expression of grief, dirge, howling, funereal song)

 

We are small in the face of the wilderness

We are small while in this magnificent

vacation tour! Expenses paid for.

(I wish my fee is better.

Did I tie them to a promise?)

 

Oh, would you blame me

If I will have a tremendous

Enormous

Death dealing

Come?

 

Not just mine

But all your prayers

Were answered!

(I was not called zzx for nothing!

Child killer vamp!!! hmph!!! hihihihi!!!)

 

Dear God!  I pray that

The child won’t be abnormal like daddyyyyy!!!!!

God!  no cndms!!!

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!