August 6 - i was eating dinner with the family, with the intent of going to work. minutes later, one of my cousins arrived and told us that espana is already flooded. it had been raining the weekend before, but we did not think it would be that hard. i decided not to go to work, and just try again at midnight. alas, when i tried to go around 2am, the water has reached our door. monites later, my aunt had to turn the power switch off because we had sockets that might be reached by flood water.
August 7 - still rained heavily. i was confident the flood will subside soon. but it kept raining hard, to think it was only monsoon rain, not an actual typhoon. i wasn't able to go to work again, and this time we all ate in the dining room with our feet submerged in water. i still had a few percentage of battery on my iPhone, Samsung and laptop so i just sang my self to sleep; also texting friends once in a while and checking twitter, path and facebook for news about other areas.
August 8 - still. rained. heavily. but the water subsided a bit so i was able to charge my laptop and iPhone. as soon as i tweeted that the water is off our house, it rained bulldogs and hyenas. soon, the water entered our house again and we had to turn off the power switch. i was devastated. again, i was absent from work. i slept a bit in the afternoon, wishing that when i woke up the water's gone. this was the second night that did not poop because even our bathroom was full of water. we all ate in the second floor common area, slumped on the floor with small candles as our light. i was already feeling queasy. it was already 7pm and it wasn't even windy so it was warm. our house was the only one that did not turn the switch on because of the low sockets. all night i could hear what the neighbors were watching or listening to. i did not play music. i just laid down and texted Derrick. by 11pm, i was delirious. it was hot. i needed to poop. i wasn't able to do anything. despite the few minutes of happiness when i pretended i was being chased by Jake Cuenca in our living room while running on flood water, i was almost inconsolable. Derrick kept on telling me to pray. i did, for a few times. when i couldn't take it any longer, i cried. and still, i prayed. i guess i cried because i realized how selfish i was. our family is used to the flood. i thought about the others who were not able to hold on to their things, or stay at their homes. by 1am, my battery was drained. i took my medicine and minutes later i was feeling sleepy. 2am, still raining hard, but my eyes were heavy. i dozed off.
August 9 - i woke up early, around 7am and the flood was gone. my aunt was smiling. food was served on the table. no flood water. thank God.
to celebrate Marcus' first month since his birth (7/7) and the disappearance of flood water, we went to SM to buy food. and i was really happy to get out of the house. and yeah, that night, i went back to work with a smile on my face with my renewed liberation from the murky waters of Sampaloc West.