Ondoy and moving on

It's just one of those days when I feel so lazy to get out of the bed and get my morning started. My alarm clock had been boisterously ringing, and I kept turning it off, hoping to log more minutes in snoozeland. But finally, I woke up a few minutes past six to a rainy Saturday morning. As usual, I had to hurry a bit and get dressed, since every week on this day, my brother Ron and I accompany mom to the wet market.

Everything was unusual. As we drove along Imelda avenue, the street was already a mess. Garbage littered the busy lanes, and water was already mid-calf high. It rained incessantly the whole time we were marketing, but it wasn't the type of shower the likes of which will scare you. It was just mild showers throughout, and since we already spent about an hour buying food for the following week, and the waters along Imelda avenue had surely risen even more, we decided to take a different route and go home via Amang Rodriguez avenue.

I helped unload the stuff we bought, then proceeded to enjoy my breakfast. The rain hadn't stopped pouring in since we left, but I just ignored it. The news the night before forecasted moderate showers, and predicted that Metro Manila was under Signal 1. So I sat on my computer desk and emailed so and so, and browsed such and such website, oblivious of the fact that small bodies of waters were already forming in our street.

It all happened so quickly. Mom cancelled her appointment for that day. Then, she asked me to start packing my bags and things, frequently calling out each one of us to hurry. This may be a mild shower for now, but something was definitely wrong. Pools of water had already entered our gates, and at the rate the waves were violently dancing through the streets, and at the speed by which the waters were increasing in volume, it was only a matter of time before the waters entered our home and swallowed everything it contained.

I looked at my watch: 12NN. Our maids started securing the appliances and electrical gadgets. Mom had started to pull out the meat and vegetables from the ref, and loaded them to an ice chest. Then it dawned on me: we were going to evacuate, and we don't know when we could go back.

I immediately got my office bag, my cellular phones and a charger. I also packed several undies, shirts and shorts. Then I hid and secured the jewelry and laptops, and piled my other stuff on top of one another. The rest was a blur.

We took a very quick lunch, perhaps the quickest meal I ever ate in my entire life, then left the house. It was already thirty-eight minutes past 12NN by the time we locked the front door, and the waters were already chest-high in our street.

It was the weirdest walk I ever took. The trip seemed like forever as I struggled to maintain my balance. Between seeing the water already chest-deep and still continuing to rise, and trying my best not to scream at the sight of cockroaches and rats swimming a few inches from me, I must say that this has got to be the worst calamity I ever witnessed since that devastating earthquake of July 16, 1990.

It must have been a few minutes past two in the afternoon when we finally reached Tita Emy's home. It would normally take me seven minutes to reach her house on a sunny day, but it seemed like forever when we walked to her house on that day. The good samaritans that they are, my sister's in-laws offered their humble apartment for the eight days that we couldn't find a shelter to sleep in. It was a nice and an intimate home, and it surely made us comfortable, but it was torturous having to endure the brownouts and the endless thinking about my things I left at home.

The next day, since all phone lines were cut, and Globe was practically useless too, my brother Ron and I decided to walk to Marikina to check on my brother Eric and his children. We walked for two hours, pausing several times to wash mud off our feet. He was okay, but the three vehicles were almost completely submerged in the flood. The first floor of the house was inundated neck-deep, but they managed to bring upstairs all the important gadgets and stuff.

Ours was worse since we had no second floor. When we went back to the house late Sunday afternoon, the water inside the house was still waist-deep. I guess I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see: the flood almost submerged the entire house! The ref was afloat, the CDs and compo were scattered everywhere, and my two laptops, which I earlier secured in what I thought was already a high place, was also very much wet. All my books were gone, and so are all the pictures of my siblings and nephews and niece. Woodwork stunk, and the house was a complete mess, with all the mud and crude oil clinging so tightly to the walls. The sofas were soaked and browned, and several glass works were broken. Piles upon piles of clothes were waiting to be washed, while several others were waiting to be discarded.

It took us around three weeks to bring back normalcy to the house. We took turns washing, drying, sorting, cleaning, scrubbing ---- everything! It was an endless cycle of waking up, cleaning a portion of the house, throwing out stuff, and resting awhile to eat, and then resuming everything again, until we retire at night, too tired and spent to lift a finger.

I have never seen a calamity of this proportion and of this magnitude in my whole life, and I hope I'll never see it again. Until today, the loss haunts me no end. I get a little paranoid whenever it rains, be it a momentary drizzle or a powerful shower lasting a few minutes. I struggle to avoid brooding over lost pictures, lost memories, lost clothes, and yes, lost books --- the very heart and soul of a teacher's entire career. I spent precious hours scouring every cabinet, and every pile I could lay my hands on, hoping that somehow, something could still be retrieved, repaired and redeemed --- to no avail. I am sitting in this neighborhood's internet shop, thinking about the two laptops I lost to Ondoy, and the desktop pc and table I have loved since my teens. I lie down at night, and turn several times, missing my old, firm bed which I lost to the muddy waters. I look around the house, and it seems bare now ---- devoid of the pictures of our tykes and toddlers in their cutest poses. I roam the street, and there's a mountain of garbage in every household.

Ondoy has taught me not to love material things too much, that I get so attached to them to the point of depression. Now that we have cleaned up everything, I miss my stuff, but I am thankful for the months and years I have been allowed to use them. I lost a lot of material things, many of which I might never be able to regain in my life, but I am grateful no one got hurt, or got sick in the aftermath. We came out alive from this disaster, and we truly thank God that we have each other --- whole and well. But most of all, Ondoy has taught me to trust God, though sometimes that very act seems illogical and useless to do. That Ondoy has claimed countless of lives and billions of property do not change the fact that God is good, and that He is in control of His universe. I often repeat in the church and in the office that God, in His wisdom, allowed us to do the marketing on the morning of the typhoon so that in the days to come when there was widespread panic-buying and hoarding, we would have plenty to feast on. We were perhaps the only household in our area who didn't have to line up for relief goods or assistance. We were literally feasting in abundance in the midst of the chaos.

The clothes have all been washed, and the carpentry works have begun. The home smells great again, and the floors have been waxed. Life goes on after Ondoy. God is good, and though I couldn't figure out a lot of things about this calamity, His grace shines through.

Ondoy hasn't robbed me of my joy. As long as there is life, there is hope, and we can start anew.

Meanwhile, excuse me as I go back to my daily grind. And yes, I'm shopping for a brand new laptop again, thank God :-)

Making a list (and checking it twice)

What happens when you put together the Sanchez, Viernes, Balucanag, Meginio, Dellosa, and Hidalgo families together, especially on Christmas day? Riot! Chaos! And well, lots and lots of food!

Red Christmas tree

Swingin' santa

The kiddies pose at the stairs. 1st row: Enrique Miguel, Franco David, JB and Ricah. 2nd row: Ella Monique. 3rd row: Jenny, Janna, Diego Reuben and Luiz.

I love tita. At least Monique is beginning to warm up to me now.

Rock star in the house. JB tries to play a tune in his guitar. Monique attempts to do that as well.

Who's been naughty and nice? :-)

Mama Car fixes Ricah's (naturally curly) hair

Did you forget my gift? hehehe

When will my name be called? hehehe :-D

I hid Diego's gift. Nyahahahaa!!!!!

Huggable

Food galore!

Check out the names on the ring.

Pretty baby

Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you had a wonderful celebration the way we did. :-)

Going for A Walk

One of the simplest things Mr. M and I enjoy the most (apart from eating, haha!) is walking.  It's one of our common denominators.  Dealing with men can sometimes be like rocket science to me, so thank God for walking.  We both found something we love to do, and may I add, something that doesn't cost us anything!  Hahahaha! Talk about being romantic and practical at the same time. Whether walking leisurely at the mall, briskly walking from our subdivision's gate to our house, walking slowly as we talk about each other's day, or just walking after dinner to aid digestion, we just love to WALK!


And visiting this wonderful place in Marikina is like perfect icing on my cake last Friday.  Ayos!  FYI, the Marikina Sports Park is open for 24 hours.  :-)

It was already 5:30 PM, but a couple of health buffs still mill around the oval.

 Go, go, go.  A man tries to finish a few more meters.

 Lovers in the track and field.  Sweet, noh?

 Mr. M and I dream of walking through those rubberized tracks soon.

TRIVIA:  Did you know that you just have to pay Php 10 to use the facilities of the sports park (excludes swimming pool and gym facilities)?  That's a very small price to pay for health and well-being!

Mortality Musings

My mom just lost her dear friend and discipler to a horrible fire last Sunday. Tita Nitz almost made it out of the burning house, but then decided to go back and rescue her daughter and grand daughter, with two helpers and a niece, who were still trapped inside. Her husband, Tito Amante, ran into the fiery inferno in an effort to help his wife search for the remainder of the family, and all together, they died in what the news later called as the human bonfire of seven.

In just three hours, almost three fourths of the Marquezes perished.

Tita Nitz and Tito Amante are survived by their firstborn and only son, Alvin, and youngest daughter Grace. To this day, it makes me want to cry whenever I recall the horrendous incident. It was so traumatic for Alvin and Grace, who had to jump off the second floor of their house just to escape death. But it was more harrowing for Grace, who literally saw her whole family burn alive, and could not do anything to rescue them from that situation. In three hours' time, Alvin and Grace were left orphaned by that terrible incident. They also lost everything, except the very clothes they were wearing when they cheated death, and Alvin's car, which thankfully, he parked some blocks away from the house, and which was spared from being razed to the ground.

The deaths of our loved ones really remind us that life on earth is short. Everything else will fade away. Nothing will remain. All of us will eventually die; it's only a matter of time. Truly, in the final analysis, what really matters is how we've spent our time here on earth. On our deathbeds, no one will surely be regretting that she didn't do overtime work this week, or that he didn't beat the deadlines. We won't be doing a rundown of all the accolades and accomplishments we had. No one will be frantically searching for office files or sign memos. With our last breath, I'm sure everyone of us will definitely look for all members of our families, and take one long look at the faces of our loved ones and recall for the last time the memories they will leave us with. On our deathbeds, what truly counts is our relationships, and not our possessions.

So, let's say our I love you's more often. Forgive and forget. Spend more time with our moms, dads and our siblings. Hug our nephews and nieces tighter. Renew our friendships. Initiate reconciliations. Visit our grannies more frequently. Give of ourselves wholly and unconditionally to God and His causes. Listen more. Talk less. Share. Serve. Be positive. Be generous with praises and appreciation.

Pretty soon, it's going to be time's up for us. And there's little time left to get ready for that day.

Epicenter, and Why You and I SHOULD take this book seriously

Last Christmas, I began reading a very intriguing and exciting non-fiction entitled EPICENTER: Why the Current Rumblings in the Middle East Will Change Your Future by Joel C. Rosenberg.  The book, a New York Times bestseller, is a treasure trove of historical and politico-economic analyses tied up with Biblical end-times prophecies.  Don't worry, it's not just for geeks and nerds.  It took me about three nights to get to the last page, and to say that I love it and regard it as the best non-fiction I've ever laid my hands on is an understatement.  I just couldn't put it down from the moment I leafed through the first page. And to think I hate politics!

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Truly, we need reminders every so often.  This book reminded me that life is short, and that Jesus is coming back again. We don't have much time left, and we better make the most of it, because when Christ returns, He will judge each one of us, and we will have to give an accounting of our lives to Him.  And so, I now pose the core of this post's message:  are we ready for Christ's return?

“In the last days...There will be great earthquakes, and in many places people will starve to death and suffer terrible diseases. All sorts of frightening things will be seen in the sky...Strange things will happen to the sun, moon, and stars. The nations on earth will be afraid of the roaring sea and tides, and they won't know what to do...People will be so frightened that they will faint because of what is happening to the world. Every power in the sky will be shaken...Then the Son of Man will be seen, coming in a cloud with great power and glory." (Luke 21:11,25-27, CEV)

That Jesus Christ is coming soon is inevitable.  The Bible says so.

Later as he was sitting on Mount Olives, his disciples approached and asked him, "Tell us, when are these things going to happen? What will be the sign of your coming, that the time's up?" Jesus said, "Watch out for doomsday deceivers. Many leaders are going to show up with forged identities, claiming, 'I am Christ, the Messiah.' They will deceive a lot of people. When reports come in of wars and rumored wars, keep your head and don't panic. This is routine history; this is no sign of the end. Nation will fight nation and ruler fight ruler, over and over. Famines and earthquakes will occur in various places. This is nothing compared to what is coming. "They are going to throw you to the wolves and kill you, everyone hating you because you carry my name   And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other's throat, everyone hating each other.  "In the confusion, lying preachers will come forward and deceive a lot of people. For many others, the overwhelming spread of evil will do them in--nothing left of their love but a mound of ashes. "Staying with it--that's what God requires. Stay with it to the end. You won't be sorry, and you'll be saved. All during this time, the good news--the Message of the kingdom--will be preached all over the world, a witness staked out in every country. And then the end will come. "But be ready to run for it when you see the monster of desecration set up in the Temple sanctuary. The prophet Daniel described this. If you've read Daniel, you'll know what I'm talking about. If you're living in Judea at the time, run for the hills; if you're working in the yard, don't return to the house to get anything;  if you're out in the field, don't go back and get your coat. Pregnant and nursing mothers will have it especially hard. Hope and pray this won't happen during the winter or on a Sabbath.

This is going to be trouble on a scale beyond what the world has ever seen, or will see again. If these days of trouble were left to run their course, nobody would make it. But on account of God's chosen people, the trouble will be cut short. "If anyone tries to flag you down, calling out, 'Here's the Messiah!' or points, 'There he is!' don't fall for it. Fake Messiahs and lying preachers are going to pop up everywhere. Their impressive credentials and dazzling performances will pull the wool over the eyes of even those who ought to know better. But I've given you fair warning. "So if they say, 'Run to the country and see him arrive!' or, 'Quick, get downtown, see him come!' don't give them the time of day. The Arrival of the Son of Man isn't something you go to see. He comes like swift lightning to you!  Whenever you see crowds gathering, think of carrion vultures circling, moving in, hovering over a rotting carcass. You can be quite sure that it's not the living Son of Man pulling in those crowds. Following those hard times, Sun will fade out, moon cloud over, Stars fall out of the sky, cosmic powers tremble. "Then, the Arrival of the Son of Man! It will fill the skies--no one will miss it. Unready people all over the world, outsiders to the splendor and power, will raise a huge lament as they watch the Son of Man blazing out of heaven. At that same moment, he'll dispatch his angels with a trumpet-blast summons, pulling in God's chosen from the four winds, from pole to pole. "Take a lesson from the fig tree. From the moment you notice its buds form, the merest hint of green, you know summer's just around the corner. So it is with you: When you see all these things, you'll know he's at the door. Don't take this lightly. I'm not just saying this for some future generation, but for all of you. This age continues until all these things take place. Sky and earth will wear out; my words won't wear out. "But the exact day and hour? No one knows that, not even heaven's angels, not even the Son. Only the Father knows. "The Arrival of the Son of Man will take place in times like Noah's. Before the great flood everyone was carrying on as usual, having a good time right up to the day Noah boarded the ark. They knew nothing--until the flood hit and swept everything away. "The Son of Man's Arrival will be like that: Two men will be working in the field--one will be taken, one left behind; two women will be grinding at the mill--one will be taken, one left behind. So stay awake, alert. You have no idea what day your Master will show up. But you do know this: You know that if the homeowner had known what time of night the burglar would arrive, he would have been there with his dogs to prevent the break-in. Be vigilant just like that. You have no idea when the Son of Man is going to show up. "Who here qualifies for the job of overseeing the kitchen? A person the Master can depend on to feed the workers on time each day. Someone the Master can drop in on unannounced and always find him doing his job. A God-blessed man or woman, I tell you.  It won't be long before the Master will put this person in charge of the whole operation. "But if that person only looks out for himself, and the minute the Master is away does what he pleases-- abusing the help and throwing drunken parties for his friends-- the Master is going to show up when he least expects it and make hash of him. He'll end up in the dump with the hypocrites, out in the cold shivering, teeth chattering.  (Matthew 24:3-51, The Message)

When Christ returns, are we ready?

I am  :)

Level Up! A Pit Bull Experience

Yes.  You read it right:  I pampered a pit bull.  Scary?  Nah.  I think it was a wonderful experience, especially for a dog-scared (read: doggie phobia stricken) person like me.

Thankfully, this doggie was in a good mood when we took this picture.

People normally think of pit bulls as these monstrous, big bad doggies fit only for people with the same mean character and image that these four-legged creatures project.  I couldn't blame them.  Some years ago, even the U.S. banned the propagation and sale of these dogs because they have gained so much notoriety for being so fierce and aggressive.  Even dog behavior expert and National Geographic's Dog Whisperer TV Host Cesar Millan acknowledges that pit bulls have that willd and aggressive side that always comes out from time to time. It's no wonder they're the top breed involved in dog fights, something that animal rights advocates have long been rallying against.  

Dog behavior expert Cesar Millan with long-time ally, Daddy the pitbull.

Picture credits:  Cesar's Way

Cesar Millan's well-mannered pit bulls:  Junior and Daddy.

Picture credits:  Cesar's Way

I thought I'd never see an actual pit bull.  I only read about them from books or the internet.  But one day, a neighbor of ours decided to take care of a pair of newborn girl and boy pit bulls.  Sweetie and I curiously visited them, and to my surprise, they were not aggressive at all.  They were friendly, and instantly took to us as if were long-lost friends.  Soon, Sweetie and I found ourselves paying them a weekly visit and having them smell and lick our hands.  That was my closest encounter even with a dog, because the doggiephobic in me absolutely never touched a dog in my whole life.

Sadly, the puppies have been sold when our neighbor got sick recently and was no longer allowed to go near dogs or cats.  Sweetie would have wanted to buy the pit bulls but when we failed to show up at our neighbor's the week before, they auctioned them off to the first buyer waiting to buy the handsome doggies.  They were only two months old, but they were absolutely cute and behaved.

Last week, I found out that Tiendesitas was sponsoring a dog show only for pit bull breeds.  So predictably, Sweetie and I decided to celebrate our first year anniversary together in that part of the city.  And we came home happy and amazed because I upped the ante this time --- I touched a pit bull, err... I carried a pit bull puppy!

Level up!  :-)

Watch as I lovingly stroke this pit bull's head

I love this puppy!

What I Am Really Looking Forward To...

White sand...
Blue water...
Clear sky...
Lush greeneries...

 

 

Boracay, here I come.  Oooohhh, bring me some!

:-)

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One, two, three

Happy, happy 3rd birthday, Enrique Miguel! How time flies! One moment I was just staring at your cute, tiny face on the night you were born. Next thing I know you're already attending school...and being the son of your mischievous and playful father, you're now displaying the same naughty streak your dad was and still is known for.

How I wish I could just 'freeze' precious moments and not let you grow older so we can still enjoy your hugs, your kisses, our 'wrestling matches', our hide and seek games, and so much more. I love hearing it when you scream my name and see your eyes light up in excitement at the sight of me. I truly miss cradling you in my arms and watch you sleep soundly while all of us scramble to be there beside you at your every beck and call when you wake up. I delight in seeing you play pranks at all of us. It warms my heart when you giggle endlessly whenever daddy tickles you and makes you laugh. Or when Tito Ron raises you high above his head, seems to throw you but catches you and does it again.

In more ways than one, you are also my mini-me. We both love chicken, and we could survive just eating that for the whole week. We both have this penchant for doing a lot of things at the same time. We like to cuddle and hug a lot. We love singing songs while we're busy. And I can't wait to see how many more similarities exist between us.

If it were only possible, I wish I could replay the time when you were just a sleeping little angel. Oh, I can no longer keep pace with you when you run and wander around. Maybe someday when you're a little bit older, I would wish that you'd still let me kiss and hug you, and that you would be willing to drive the car with me as one of your passengers, even if you already have a girlfriend.

But you know what, little one? There's one thing we are all wishing for. And that is that you'll grow up to be a godly young man who's fully committed to the Lord. It's our prayer that even as the world seems to go from bad to worse, your parents could still raise up a warrior for God in you. We hope that you would continue the godly family line that your father and mother are painstakingly trying to start, and that you would eventually build up the house of our God. We pray that you would take good care of your baby sister, and be a very good role model to her as well. We pray that you would never bring grief to your mom, or dishonor to your dad.

Hay. Writing this already brings tears to my eyes.

Birthday boy: Our pogi birthday celebrant

Three guys and tita Isa

Ella Monique and Lola Chit

Yes. Love ko 'to

Happy family: Enrique Miguel, Daddy Eric, Mommy Charisse, and Ella Monique

a word from Daddy Eric

Our snobbish princess hehe :-)

Can't wait to see if there are chocolates in that package

Birthday boy gives away prizes after a parlor game

Does she really look like me, or Tita Arlene?

Is Ronald McDonald really part of this family? Hehe

Monique: "I'm scared of this big guy!!! Waaahhh"

Yummy cake

Flanked by the only women in his life aside of course from Lola Boots, Mommy Charisse and Tita Arlene (not in photo)

Cute banner

Birthday boy gives out more prizes to his friends

Mommy Charisse and Ella Monique

Birthday boy firmly holds his friend's hand in one of the games

Monique becomes more playful with kuya's classmate

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Vedasto Leather Bags

What sort of bags do you use?

My mom and my sister both love leather bags.  When they shop for bags, they always make sure they are made of the finest leather.  They don't need to be branded, but they must be of good quality leather. I guess this is where I got my taste for such kind of material.

When I first attended my classes in UP, I noticed this cute-looking booth selling a number of fine leather goods.  A small crowd had already gathered around the booth, and the vendors quickly sold their wares.  When I checked it out, it was Vedasto Leather Goods.  I've been hooked since then, and have actually purchased a few items from them.  Take a look at the pics below to see why (BTW, these are not mine.  I got them from Vedasto's website!):

 Brown leather goodness

 I'd like to have one like this

 This is perfect for weekdays

 Simple but nice-looking design

 Banig-inspired design

 Leather bag with a striking color: Red!

 Long-strapped shoulder bag

 Don't know the color of this one

 It's red again!

 Vegetable tan leather is love ;-)

 I actually bought the pencil cases in this design

 Plain black shoulder bag.  Fits a folder perfectly

 More neon / bright-colored bags

 Something to put your wallet and a few beauty essentials

Two-toned beauty

Vedasto makes leather bags, purses, wallets and brief cases.  They also make traditional giveaways like key chains, cups, mugs, and other products depending on orders.  All goods are 100% Filipino made.

For more info, please contact:

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* All pictures were taken from the Vedasto website.