November 21, 2013 at Phil. time of 12 mn
Its been 13 days since the typhoon hit our province & left it with wreckage, varying houses ranging from roofless to shambles, huge puddle of water, hunger, pain, piles of dead bodies (mostly from coastal areas), loss of livelehood & infrastructures, no power/electricity, no telecommunication, no internet access...NOTHING! but total isolation, uncertainty & darkness. I am grateful that our house is still intact (though in bad shape) spared me, my parents, brothers & helpers, as well as our dogs; making us along with some of our neighbors (whose in same predicament) fortunate. Though we feel the demise of the loss of countless lives, as one of those who perished could be one of our relatives & acquintances in past & present. Currently, I'm dealing with the aftermath. Rain water falling from the holes of our battered rooftop at the kitchen is slowly building up flood reminding me our sorry state. Maybe if I were dead; I wouldn't have to see & feel all the misery surrounding us; looking at our seriously washed up city. Though there are many people who were in worse conditions (like homelessness & orphaned); the household bickering, limited food & water supplies stresses me, rumors spreading about lawless elements invading private properties made us uneasy, prompting us to evacuate elsewhere for the meantime, while coming up with a plan to help ourselves. As of now, I'mback in Manila to pack my things as we could no longer afford to pay the rent, due to the establishment (where my parents work) was heavily damaged thus, paralyzing their source of income & I'm still a job seeker applying online & waiting for reply. Hoping for Tacloban's speedy recovery, yet I couldn't do anything.