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Typhoon Frank hit Iloilo on Saturday, June 21, 2008. 34, 000 individuals are affected (and counting), and 73 were reported dead (and could rise further). For the record, this is the worst disaster in Iloilo.

Our Home
For the first time in history, the first floor of our house were flooded. The knee-length flood hit our home around 6pm. We had to take all of our stuffs and appliances up to the 2nd floor for safety. My parents room is in the 1st floor, so my Mom slept in my brother’s room, while my dad and my brother didn’t sleep the whole night waiting for the next thing that could possibly happen. We had to call our neighbor’s children to come up to the 2nd floor and we let them stayed in my room and in my sister’s room. If the flood could have risen up to the 2nd floor, (which is quite impossible, yet possible) my mom’s plan was to evacuate the area and get a hotel room. Good thing the flood subsided around 4am.

Communication
PECO was forced to cut down the power. My cellphones were running out of batteries. My Globe phone was the first to ran out of batteries. so i had to switch my sim card to my Smart cellphone which was about to go battery empty. What I did was to put it on and off after 10 minutes just to conserve it’s battery for emergency purposes. I didn’t want to lose communication with Hectril because they were stranded in SM City around 1pm until today. The last text I got from him was from 7am today, saying they are still stranded and he’s running out of batteries. Landlines were also dead (both Globelines and PLDT), so there were no means to contact our other relatives who I believe were affected by flood. And whallah! the power were restored in our area at exactly 10am.

The Flood Zone
In the flood zone, were people evacuating, and many were stranded. Authorities had barred all traffic into the city. There were reports of deaths, people stranded, flood, and reports of people killing others just for food. The heavy rain batted the city which have caused to flood, and a very strong wind that downed trees that blocked some roadways. The typhoon left people homeless, desperate for food, water, clothes and medicine.

The most affected areas (for what I know) are Pavia, Jaro, La Paz, Mandurriao. And in some provinces. We live in Molo, reports said, our town is not that much affected. Some areas are, but not really.

The Affected People
Most people around the city walked out the storm, some rode out of their homes, some were stranded on their rooftops. These people were queued up before other people who are not affected. They are hungry, thirsty, worried and terrified. Those whose homes had been destroyed were left to wonder at the random nature of disaster that spared some of their neighbors houses just a few meters away.

The After-Math
The evacuees gathered around our baranggay hall and Day Care Center, complained angrily that food supplies haven’t arrived yet. I could hear some people complaining that Councilor Jed Mabilog, who happens to live near our baranggay didn’t do anything to help these people out. And that Mayor Jerry Treñas is still in Kuala Lumpur.

My parents have decided to cook miswa (rice noodles.. or is it?) and pancit molo to those evacuees. I also had to raid my closet for my unused clothes and blanket that I intend to distribute. I texted a friend who lives in Southville Subdivision if she has unused clothes that she could hand down. Good thing she had to come over and helped. Others then followed, giving the rest of their foods and water to squatters in the Baranggay Hall. Few minutes later, food and water from organizations were loaded in. People were heated, shouting and swearing for the situation.

Volunteers loaded in more foods and medicines. There were also cops, fire trucks and army trucks checking for the area and for people. I’ve talked to one of the cops, and they said they had been spending 24 hours doing a lot of monitoring, identifying areas of great need and making contacts to help avoid conflicts or riots that may possibly happen to desperate crowds.

THIS IS WHAT ILOILO has become. A typhoon hits, the city floods, and humanity was put into test. Black turns into white, white turns into black. This story will never die.

For every rich people who enjoy the luxury of life, there were a lot of stranded victims who could share their last bottle of water. For every ideologue who designates the efforts of volunteers, there are a lot of people who will sacrifice to help others… even to visit an evacuation center to deliver food and clothing to those in need. For every person despairing for their loss, there are dozens returning with humor and the hope to rebuild.

Of course, there is confusion, corruption, incompetence and fear. But there is also human goodness, and that is what will stand.

If you are living in Iloilo City, and want to donate food, clothes and medicine, please contact your Baranggay Captain or Chairman.

or if you want to help our area just email me:
m.mariejo@yahoo.com
or text me:
09279628984 / 09203687726

And if you are in the other side of the world and want to help, you may click the button below:

Watch this if you need a good laugh.

Sometimes the best ideas are the simple ones. He he he.

Oh God, my life is being so unstable lately. It brings me problems and then things that make me smile. Up and down, up and down. It changes from one day to another, and sometimes even in some minutes. That’s affecting my mind, my mood and my health.

Good thing I have my Hecky poo who keeps me happy.

Once again I fell
In the hole growing inside
I’m still running
Running through the grass
Once again I dream
I can touch the sky
I keep on running
I keep on running
To the perfect world
Under beautiful skies
In a perfect world
Never will we die

Some days you just wanna pass away
Some days you just feel like it’s a perfect day
Some days you just wanna pass away
Some days you just feel like in your beautiful day

Damien Saez - Perfect world.

He was one of my fave male singer when I was a teen.

Yeah… I am feeling old today. I look older and older all the time. Wrinkles here and there, especially when the sun catches my face. My body isn’t what it used to be. I am 28 years old. TWENTY EIGHT! (sorry I haven’t resized the photo).

In my mind I still think of myself as looking a certain way, then when I look in the mirror, the reality is that the younger looking ME is no longer there anymore. It’s hard to be on a world like this with girls much, MUCH younger than I am and not feel bad about myself.

Maybe I should stop reading beauty and fashion magazines. BAH.

This illustration simply explains how a woman’s brain works.

The blue balls are a woman’s thoughts about something that needed to be done, like a decision or a problem that needed to be solved. And they say, a man’s brain only requires two balls.

Ha ha ha! No wonder women nag them!

Nothing much to say at this point. I’m just hella tired. I accompanied my boyfriend to the doctor today. Details here.

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My officemate sent me this picture. I don’t even remember when was this photo taken. So… this is what a cam whore looks like:

He he he!

Wow, the month of May flew really fast, eh?

Reasons why I love summer:

1. beach
2. sun
3. sand

Too bad I haven’t had much of a fun time during this summer. But I’m hoping I could do more fun stuffs starting June.

I want to have a new car! Well, I’m more of a truck lover. So I want to have a multi-purpose truck. Which you can also have:

1. great ride
2. holds to the road
3. great safety  features
4. good for hauling people
5. comfort

This is the new Honda Ridgeline 2008. And this is what I want! Simply a girl’s truck (in my opinion).

 

Waaaahh! My hecky poo is mad at me, because I have uploaded my pictures in a two-piece bikini in my friendster. I already have removed them. He is still not talking to me.

So, that is all. I don’t much like sharing more of an update.  

Have a good weekend everyone!

[This is going to be a long post. Warning: rant ahead]


I’m a smart girl, but in some things I lack understanding, like in social affairs. I won’t even start on everything concerning that, but instead concentrate on one. ‘The EX who reads my blogs now and still bugging me’. What is that? Good question. You can do whatever the fuck you want, you don’t owe me anything, I’m very fine with not hearing from you for ages, as long as I know whats going on halfway. I’m the last person to judge your actions. And please, I can never be you friend. Never. Because for me being a ‘friend’ postulates a certain amount of reliance.


So why are your words and actions contradictory?


Ok let’s go back to what happened before, shall we?


BEFORE: Why do I find out through the grapevine that you were telling “funny” stories about me in that disrespectful way?- Maybe you “didn’t mean it”, maybe you didn’t think it was too much info, but I certainly thought it was unneccessary. I never cheated on you. But you did. You could’ve gotten your laughs through any other anectode in your plethora of them, if your ego is really that desperate. I wouldn’t make you look like just another little fuck just because I could.


BEFORE: Why did you offer your assistance and then dissapear?- You know I’m a big girl and I can take care of things myself, and I hate accepting help. So it’s not like I’m straining your kindness or some shit.


BEFORE: Why did you communicate with me indirectly?- You were entitled to your own decisions, why not tell it to my face?


BEFORE: Why did you abuse something that’s dear to me?- This may not be your interpretation (as opposed to your inclination) so I’d like to hear yours.


BEFORE: If you couldn’t tolerate my actions and were doing something that you couldn’t deal with for me, why didn’t you just open your mouth? That’s all it takes.


BEFORE: I was bending over backwards to tear my own ass open for you not too long ago, and just to be melodramatic - it seems like every time I try to be nice, it just fucks me over. And then I realize that the behaviour that comes naturally to me is really the best.


Yeah, so who knows why exactly, it may be absolutely nothing, but - I couldn’t ask you, since you seem to avoid me. Is that necessary? Am I boring, scary? So..


BEFORE: Why did you not answer the phone, nor respond to my texts or any other attempt resembling any communication? I WAS your girlfriend, I WAS not a stalker, I WAS not bombarding you, what WAS your problem?


I am so sick of you now… and the behavior I am getting from you until now. I know you’re reading this!


Granted, I am hypersensitive towards your “honesty” or lack thereof until time delivers proof if it. This keeps me from wasting my time. But you’re being “innocent” as you state it, doesn’t mean I’m not trying to bullshit you sometimes. Don’t try to be clever.


This is probably nothing, but I can’t deny my irritation. I’m not gonna knife you for doing whatever you’re doing, maybe my boyfriend will, he he he.


take note: I did not do anything to screw you that I’m not aware of. It was you who screwed me.. everything. This is only an issue because you left me hanging in the air. Cheater!