Monday, August 6, 2012, first day of work – after my shift, together with Karen, we took a bus. The weather was incredible; we knew that something’s going to happen at night. That day, supposedly I will be going to buy some grocery items, like bread, rice and some personal stuff, but Karen told me: “try to do that next week, on the salary day.” Of course, since rain was beginning to drop on the bus windshield, I decided to do it next week. When I reached my apartment, I did my ordinary choir every time I went home from the office, so that means everything was like an ordinary day. For dinner: Oatmeal with milk and bread with butter; watched TV, online surfing, watched Olympic games, washed my face, listened to an FM station to get asleep and that’s my routine every night.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012, 4AM my BlackBerry rung, a sign that means I need to get up and prepare myself for the new day. Suddenly, my team mate Ara, or (I mean former team mate) because she’s under a new TL supervision now, texted me. I read it, “Papasok kaba? Sabi ni Dennis, baha daw sa Marcos Highway, walang madadaanan . . . .” (She was asking me if I will be going to the office, Marcos Highway is currently flooded and and it’s impassable). Since I just woke up, I knew that it was raining, but I have no idea if theirs flood. So I opened the door, cold wind breezes on my face, everywhere was dark (maybe because it was 4AM). I looked on our neighbour’s garage, since that area has a light (I don’t know if that’s a street light or what), WOAHHHHAA! I was shocked, that was not just a flood, and I saw chocolate flowing on the streets and I am hearing splashing water. That sound was like I am in a resort with a falls on the background. When I saw what’s happening, I texted back to Ara: “I also can’t go to work because our area is now a centre of the water world.” I texted my team mates and my TL about my situation, so I thought everything were fine.