Crap and Scraps

At 7:30am, i finally logged out from my pc and looked forward to an enjoyable weekend. It was a wet Saturday morning and my mind was preocuppied with things that i wanted to do. In fact, armi and i joked about how Saturdays feel like a missing day in our lives as we usually spend it asleep until the wee hours of Sunday. I waited for her shift to end at 9am then headed out to UCC to grab breakfast and use the internet (unfortunately they don’t have free wifi. Good thing she brought her sun broadband with her). Our happy post-shift bonding turned sour when i recieved a call from my brother’s gf, karen (she happened to be at eastwood for some overtime work required by her boss). She said she wanted to know if matt had called because she was worried after he had mentioned, in an earlier call to her, that our house was under some feet of water. We both met up at macdonalds, where i was with Jayjay, armi and mami carmela (this was around 1pm) and a bit later, matt called and we both learned that we will be unable to get home due to heavy flooding that all major roads leading to Marikina are no longer passable.

By 2pm, we found ourselves stranded, yes, we – karen, JayJay, mami Carmela and myself – refugees at armi’s. Everyone thought that it felt like the end of the world, cut off from loved ones as the signal of major phone companies died on us at such a critical time. All we have is the internet and televesion, both of which did us no good as we could only hurdle together to not panic or feel guilty about being safe and dry.

I was not able to sleep even when i had been awake since 7:30pm Friday as my mind was too preoccuppied with worried thoughts, reflection and my usual illness, analysis.

§ Maybe God was fed up with Filipinos.

§ Maybe God wanted to challenge Bayani Fernando

§ Maybe God wanted us to remember him

Well...I finally gave up thinking at around 10pm. If God had intended for me to stay where I am, His will be done.