Sunday, October 11, 2009

Pockets full of mud, muck, and river bottom dirt....

the 26th... i could just laugh about it now but it was so far the hardest and most grueling half-day of every one's life... especially for the youth affected....

very, very, stupefying... (maniacal laugh) i was speechless for a few minutes after the waters settled... every one's minds were badly shaken and our bodies strained to our limits...

kinda makes me think about how weak and small we are compared to everything around us...

i saw dead people... water currents strong enough to carry around heavy cars and smash them into pieces with walls and cement posts... if it were people caught in there - there would be just a hairine chance of survival for them...

i survived, most of those affected did... we survived a great trial because of our willpower... our will to survive became much more stronger, and we came to respect more what nature can do...

monologues always make one breathe easier and smoother... whew... finally got some blogging done after so long...

let's all take a chill-pill and relax... enjoy a good frappe together with the nightlights of Marikina...

live life, and go off with a bang!

-Azalaiah