September 2009
6 posts
Contact info for EMERGENCY, RELIEF, and VOLUNTEER...
Rescue Operations
National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) (+632-9125668, +632-9111406, +632-9115061, +632-9122665) Help hotlines: (+65 734-2118, 734-2120) ndcchelpdesk@gmail.com
Philippine Coast Guard (+632-5276136)
Air Force (+63908-1126976, +632-8535023)
Metro Manila Development Authority (136)
Marikina City Rescue (+632-6462436, +632-6462423, +632920-9072902)
Pasig Rescue...
The Great FLOOD of 2009
80% of Metro Manila is reportedly underwater. I have friends who had to go up to the roofs of their houses, and spend the night there. Some were rescued by rubber boats. Cars floated away, carried by the flood’s currents. From the New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/28/world/asia/28philip.html?_r=1&ref=world From Times Online:...
Rain and more rain
It rained way too much today. And I’ve been crying way too much. I wonder if those two things are related? A few nights ago, I just bawled my eyes out. I was dreaming, so it was pretty much out of my control. I was dreaming about former apartments and former lives. I’m trying to define it as cathartic, and trying to see the tears as a cleansing, purifying, emotional purge. ...
Murakami is my bunny
Yeah, the title of this post is crap. I love Haruki Murakami. I first read about him on the blog of an old college acquaintance. The write-up piqued my interest, and I bought one of his books. I believe that was Sputnik Sweetheart — one of the best introductions to Murakami a potential fan could ever have, in my (admittedly warped) opinion. I have now amassed a lot of his stuff. Having...
Oh oops whatever
It almost feels as if the universe has given me an ultimatum. My life will not move from this spot until I finish writing my novel. Nothing will truly change. I will stay right here, until I have had enough, and write the whole damn thing to the end. I wonder if that’s really true? Probably. Life can be pretty demanding. And petulant to boot. Je ne suis pas bien.
Hello, did you miss me?
People die. That’s part and parcel of reality. People are born, and then people die. Each life is handed out with a corresponding expiration date. That’s just the way they make lives these days. It still rocks my boat though, when I look at the smaller details. Ever since I got here, news of deaths seem to come non-stop. It’s been on a monthly schedule already, it seems. ...