schizophrenia town

Waist level

I was freakin’ 15 years old when me and my friends survived Ondoy. We didn’t know that morning that shit was gon’ get real for us. We thought it was just another rainy, stormy day, so we decided to hang out, play basketball and whatnot. Hours later, we ended up stranded on the most flooded places to be in in Quezon city.  All afternoon, all night. We resulted to walking with only our boxers on since it’s more flexible that way when the flood is chest deep. Our cellphones off, our moneys wasn’t enough to get us through the day. We were strolling around, we heard stories, lots of ‘em, people been trapped in their houses, blackouts, stealing properties, people drowned to death. Luckily, we have the four of us. Our smart asses saved us to manage to get us home, in hunger, almost mugged situations, and of course drowning. Who would’ve known that we could later on develop some wits and guts from that event? 

I got enrolled in one of the most flood sensitive universities in the Philippines, and I never get scared of being stranded anymore, for at least I knew I myself know what to do. But never have I doubted myself again from that day, not til today tho. Today I’ve seen what an old man told me before, that luck, it doesn’t come everyday for us. While I was witnessing this non stop rampage of winds and rain, tonight, at my front door, I knew, that if this was the situation from three years ago, we wouldn’t even manage to survive. Perhaps luck was on my side today still, for at least I woke up here at home and decided to stay. But it doesn’t matter, still others are out there, struggling like what me and my friends have experienced, maybe even worse. Today’s thunder is not like any other, it’s mad. And the roads could qualify as dirty rivers. And shit, the world could still get worse. Oh mankind, what have you done..