Typhoon Frank, with a sustained wind of 120 mph, hit the Philippines, specifically the Visayas and Southern Luzon, Metro Manila included, over the weekend. A reported 229 people are confirmed dead while 700 are missing - passengers of the ill-fated ferry M/V Princess of the Stars that capsized somewhere in Romblon. Iloilo was reportedly under 6 feet of water and landslides occurred affecting 300,000+ people. The National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) in hand with other government agencies and NGO are busy helping out the needy.
Sunday dawned dark and stormy. I was awakened at 4:00 am when the hum of the air-conditioner went off. Brownout! The wind outside was howling with a vengeance while I heard Ethan's plaintive cry of Oh My God! Where is everybody? He too was awakened by the complete silence and woke up traumatically to a pitch black bedroom. I called out his name and groped for him. We were awake - listening to the sound of the storm. By 5:30 am the worst had passed and we were ready to great the stormy morning.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. We were stranded as the streets surrounding our village was flooded. Later, the village itself was flooded. By evening, the Department of Education declared that classes are suspended at all levels. There was much hullabaloo because daughter # 4 said she still needs confirmation from her own university before she believes of the suspension. Son said he is not sure if his state university is under DepEd and since his Monday class is a once a week class, he might as well attend.. Daughter #2, the teacher, said since it's no longer signal #3, teachers are supposed to go to school.
I did not say anything. I just looked at the window and estimated how deep the flood will be come morning.
It's 9:30 am, Monday. There is no more rain. The three who can't wait to go to school went back to bed. The motorboat can't take them to school.
Sunday dawned dark and stormy. I was awakened at 4:00 am when the hum of the air-conditioner went off. Brownout! The wind outside was howling with a vengeance while I heard Ethan's plaintive cry of Oh My God! Where is everybody? He too was awakened by the complete silence and woke up traumatically to a pitch black bedroom. I called out his name and groped for him. We were awake - listening to the sound of the storm. By 5:30 am the worst had passed and we were ready to great the stormy morning.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. We were stranded as the streets surrounding our village was flooded. Later, the village itself was flooded. By evening, the Department of Education declared that classes are suspended at all levels. There was much hullabaloo because daughter # 4 said she still needs confirmation from her own university before she believes of the suspension. Son said he is not sure if his state university is under DepEd and since his Monday class is a once a week class, he might as well attend.. Daughter #2, the teacher, said since it's no longer signal #3, teachers are supposed to go to school.
I did not say anything. I just looked at the window and estimated how deep the flood will be come morning.
It's 9:30 am, Monday. There is no more rain. The three who can't wait to go to school went back to bed. The motorboat can't take them to school.
i feel sorry for those people affected. surely most places there are in deep water.
ReplyDeleteim so glad that Frank left already, ang hirap talga pag ganyan kalakas ang bagyo.
ReplyDeletebtw, im not sure if you got this already, but i’d like to share it with you…
http://liz.mommyslittlecorner.com/2008/06/arte-y-pico-award.html
happy tuesday!