websaytko.com – raredog’s chronicle

With nothing to keep me afloat I seeked for a place that I can hang on or stay. Where is that key person insurance when I need one haha. That’s when I saw a multicab pickup. The small roof of it instantly became my islet for the night. Infront of it was a car with only its roof showing. Ok this is it. I assess myself, I still can manage my thirst, hunger and my chilliness. I’ll just try to relax and somehow sleep to recharge my body and maybe I’ll just wait here until daylight comes and the flood subsides (wish ko lang)

Minutes passed. I can’t sleep on that cramped and cold roof no matter what position I made. I look at the Sta Lucia side and it looks like the dawn is breaking. Im basically clueless to what’s the time and it makes me smile thinking the sun is about to rise. (now im hallucinating) It started raining hard again. The car infront of me was now 100% submerged.

Panic is slowly entering my system. Thoughts of any minute now the multicab will also be in the same situation, and thinking anytime would be rough for me. I bowed and say a little prayer to Bro (Our Lord Jesus). I then descend from the multicab. The water is up to my chin already. I plan to go back a few houses to seek shelter to a nearby school. I saw them before letting people inside their premises. Since the school location was infront, I have no options but to confront the current. By the way the current was now quite unmanageable. I trek first along the houses on my side. Holding into something that my hands can grab (gates, windows, walls, plants, etc..) just to save my energy before swimming across.

Finally I ran out of things to grab because the next was an open lot, and Im in parallel with the school. I suppose its time for some extreme action! I then swam with all my might to the other side of the road, battling the raging current. Guess what? I failed! The stream was too strong to battle. And there I was being carried away into the darkness…

To be continued…

(Due to pitch black darkness involving this chapter. I won’t be placing any image for this post.)

After relaxing for about 30 minutes in Sta Lucia. I gathered all my remaining strength (and courage) in my body and starts conditioning my mind. “Kaya ko’to, Kaya ko’to!” I then proceed towards Cainta Greenpark. But actually Im having second thoughts upon seeing the gloomy tone of Imelda Avenue. If only Cainta Municipality had roadside assistance justl like what I saw at www.goodsamers.com where rescuing is their company motto.

The water is waist deep and the current is kinda rough. Just to be sure, I actually waited for some people to cross the street before i tried it myself haha! (sigurista). After which I finally reached the gate of the village. There’s no guard at the gate so there’s no way I can get any information about the village condition. I entered the village gate and met a man. I asked him “Bro musta ba sa loob ng village?” He replied in high-tone “Its dangerous! Flood is rising! Refrain from going inside!” I thanked him, but still I proceed inside the village. Again, after a few minutes of walking, another man came by my direction. Still, I got the same bad news from him. “wag ka ng tumuloy, hindi mo kakayanin!” said the man.

My mind is now confused. I have gone this far, and my target destination is near. “Ngayon pa ba ako hihinto eh malapit na ako.” I’ve rest for a while under a roof of a store. Then from the dark came two men who were also decided to go inside the village. One got a large basin and the other one was clasping a big container just enough for him to float. I decided to go with them since I can still manage to wade through the flood.

Our travel was a breeze bcoz we were going with the flow of the current. After wading and somehow floating (flood is now around 5 feet high) we’ve reach the corner street. I told them Im holding back for now coz Im tired. But the truth is Im almost in panic mode because the flood is getting deeper. In my thoughts “What if I drown? Will they save me?” At least for them, they’re holding onto something. I bid them goodbye and good-luck, within seconds they’re gone and Im left alone on that dark and scary street …

to be continued…

Guess what? The pink fence of Mr. Bayani Fernando saved me from further exploring Ligaya street, as my body luckily landed on it.”Whew! Thank God! That was close!” I uttered. So again Im back on my feet and starts wading again along Marcos Highway. We were like traversing a maze by the position of the vehicles on our path. “Kung wala lang tubig, sarap siguro maglaro ng airsoft dito hehe”. I guess one need lots of wrinkle cream after skinny dipping on this murky water for such a long time now.

Hayyy! Finally, I’ve reached Sta Lucia MAll. Im surprise to see that there’s no flood there, except  their basement. The place is like a mirage on the desert! It instantly became a haven for people living near the vicinity. All of them seems to be sharing their own story to one another. Its the second dry location I’ve seen along my travel. The first one was at the MRT Station in Santolan.

The mall was closed but I saw two concessionaires (Shakeys and Starbucks) are open but with few customers only. I stand by for a while and checked my stuff. I already disposed of my umbrella earlier since Its no use for me coz Im soaking wet from head to foot, and its already 50% wrecked! That’s the main reason haha! All I got now was my waterlogged backpack with my wallet and cellphone inside it wahhh!

Im thinking what should be my next plan. Should I stay or should I go? The fact that its night already, its brownout, (Sta Lucia has generators, that explains the light) and Im solo. And to where Im going its unpredictable. Unlike in Marcos Hiway, where I can join other people in assaulting the flood. This time I guess it will only be me. To be continued…

Next Chapter – battling for my life