Rantings

I hate being sick... especially when I'm here in Manila- all alone, I need to fend for myself, force myself to stand up to cook or buy medicine, and mostly, Mommie is not here to take care of me. :(

Difficult times like these make me really think of packing up and going home for good. Come to think of it, I have been thinking about going home a lot lately. With the crisis and all, it made me realize what matters to me the most, and that is being with my family. I miss them so much everyday. I try to make it through the day though, because sulking and moping around won't get me anywhere.

My City is Crumbling

Photo Credits: https://www.facebook.com/ZamboNewsUpdate

Day 13.

It has been twelve days since this nightmare began. Even though I am in Manila, 1,102 kilometers away from the sporadic firing and the occasional bombings, I can still feel the pain, loss, panic, weariness from all this poorly written script of some insane person's mind. I can taste the unimaginable fear of my people in my mouth- putrid, like puffing an expired cigarette. My heart skips whenever I see posts in my face book wall of gunshots, house fires, airstrikes, and mortars dropping anywhere like the ones handling them are just throwing them in the air aimlessly (or purposely? who really knows.)

A Dark September

Yesterday, September 9, 2012, was probably one of the darkest days in my hometown, Zamboanga City. There were gunshots, a series of bombings, rocket propelled grenades (RPGs), hostage takings, human shields, mass evacuations from affected barangays. All seem like a nightmare, and the scary part is, it is still ongoing as of this writing.

I woke up at around 7:30 a.m. Running late for work, I instinctively searched for my cellphone that's been covered by the multitude of pillows in my bed. I saw a message from Mommie:

"Zambo City is under siege from armed elements said to be elements of  Misuari's MNLF. City Mayor declared no work and classes." Received 09/09/13 7:04 am