MY TYPHOON HAIYAN EXPERIENCE

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#RememberingTyphoonHaiyan?

Nope! More on remembering those people who had died on that tragedy.

#MakePeaceNotWar
#PrayForTheSoulsNotFightForTheSoulsEvenJustForToday

                On the 7^th day of November year 2014 in the afternoon, I went to our school for my clearance to be cleared then there I met Mano Randy on the lobby and told me: “Anu dai? Nag-aano ka nganhi? May bagyo. Uli nala ha iyo.” And I was like: “Oh! Okay. J” That’s when I realized that the weather was unpleasant. It was so calm, very calm so it was kind of scary but still I didn't mind.

                Someone opened the television when nightfall came, though I don’t exactly remember who opened it, while I was in front of our PC surfing whatsoever with my ears covered by a headphone there I saw a glimpse about the news of the typhoon and there it says that the wave is on level 9 (7 or 8 meters high) I think if I am not mistaken and I also heard the word “possibilities” so all in all I didn't really understand what the weather forecaster was saying but I do know what I saw if that was for real.

                November 8, 2014, about 6 a.m. in the morning I opened my eyes to check if my painting was still in tacked (quite insensitive about the typhoon though), when I saw it was still there I decided to go back to sleep but I couldn't so I got up from my bed and went out to see if the weather is getting more violent. Then my mom came with me outside, along with my younger brother. My dad wasn't home because they’re having a seminar in Davao, so the only guy with us is my brother and bonjing our dog. We were out watching people passing by while they’re battling the wind with a smile on their faces (ironic). After a few minutes we were unable to see anything due to the heavy rain so we went back inside.

                Just when the door closed everything went in fierce. We could hear the painful sound of the wind, the flying roofs, and some broken branches. Then the water was getting higher, when we open the door again almost everything in front of our house was gone. We were stuck inside because of the debris that flew to our side. The electric posts were down and one of it fell on our roof. Everywhere inside our house was raining, my mom told us to pack our clothes so we’ll still have some clothes to wear after the typhoon and things that were important like documents were placed inside a washing machine so it won’t get wet.

                I was already feeling dizzy because of the sound of the wind and because we haven’t eaten breakfast yet. I found a solution for that though. I took the headphone, cut its wire and put it on my ears now my problem was the hunger I’m feeling, so I ate biscuit while hiding on the center part of the house where it was safer while holding our small crucifix that my brother was holding previously and praying for the safety of my relatives and friends. And every time the wind blows hard my mom hugs Iguinaid (Jesus tied in a pillar while wearing a thorny crown) while shouting, “Agi Lord, Ayaw gad pagduroha.”

                When events like these happens, my brain usually unable to absorb it quickly but I don’t get panic. I am able to respond through prayers. Prayers to make sure my relatives would be safe as well as my friends. Although at times like this, I often forgot to pray for our safety. :3 Well, that’s because I know we will be safe (we were lucky, we were blessed). It took 5 hours to be able to say that it ‘s now safe.

                I thought the nightmare was over but it only just begun. We heard shocking news from people passing by. People who were stuck at some place safer. People who were from their offices. People who were trying to look for an information about their relatives who lives far away from them. People who were looking for some water to drink. The things that shocked us was the people who were saying lots of people died in Astrodome where people assume that the place would be safer because it was made of concrete tools. A lot of people died at San Jose, at Candahug and some place in Palo. At first, I wasn't able to believe what they were saying but every single person who came from that side tells us the same story.

                The sky was getting darker and everywhere you look has no sign of light except for the light that comes from the cell phones, flashlights and vehicles of every individual. We went to sleep early as 6 (six) and get up when sun is up.

On Saturday, late that night we heard our gate opened and there my dad came home. All of them were excused and decided to go home, worried about what is happening. That was when my dad told us a heart breaking story that along their way, they saw hundreds of deceased body lined-up on the road, from Southern Samar.

                The road was silent that you’ll be able to feel and hear the loneliness of the people who passed away. The people who shouts and asks for help but unable to do so. People who still doesn't want to die but did. The silence was deafening and agonizing. I wasn't scared. That was not what I've felt. What I've felt was guilt. If only I've paid attention about the news I may be able save some lives. Because I know the wave was very dangerous but I still did not pay attention about it. All I want to say now is I am very SORRY for not sharing my knowledge about it. I am very sorry for acting cool and calm every time events like this happen. I hope you’ll find peace and harmony wherever you are now.

We just finished removing the water.

The Line of Attack to ESSAYS.PH

What induces me to join Essays.ph? Actually, I have no plan of joining or applying at any work now because I’m still not in the frame of mind or let me say that I am not in my paramount version of me. But some part of me says that this may be the good start of being better than the usual. We all have that goodness and righteousness in our soul that leads us to greatness.

Before essays.ph introduces to my existence, I’ve been writing already. I‘ve composed some poems, ode and jingles which I’ve written on my journal. I am not actually a reader, I am an observer. I am into looking at beautiful, wonderful and fantastic artworks and images that leads me to writing. But before then, our English major instructor assigned us individually to read a novel that we do like most and write a summary report about the book. By the time I’ve finished it (actually I never did) I am still not convinced that I should’ve read another one in order for me to improve myself in writing. But when my sister borrowed a novel from a friend, I find it very interesting. So, I sneak every time my sister leaves the house to work as a public servant just to read the book. I’ve finished it within 24 hours. Yes! It was an achievement for me because I can’t even finished reading twenty pages a day and that was the start of me reading again. It is true that you can never write unless you’ve learned how to read and understand what you were reading. These all make sense now. Seriously, without that book I think I still be as stupid as I was in primary year. Having no idea of what higher years were talking about.

I was the one who encourages me to enter the world of writers at Essays.ph. It would be a great experience mingling with professionals and as well as to striving to be professional. I’ll learn new ways to achieve my dream, new ideas to enhance my capacity to write, I’ll be able to earn new knowledge and be more educated. In reality, they help us do these in order to be better.

It is not always our teachers or parents who taught us how to write but it is us who taught ourselves. Experiences and the wisdom are the once leading us to write everything that we’ve gone through, every words that we can’t utter, and words that we cannot express verbally to someone we do like or treasure.

Once you’ve written something it is always about what you’ve read or what you’ve seen and also about what you’ve felt. They let us write about something that we might have read and share to them some knowledge that we had learned and they were the one who’ll spread the wisdom that writer’s had written.

And by the power of eagerness to earn some penny, I learned something, which I should be grateful of whatever I have in me; and it is to share what the creator had given me, the pure talent of writing. And that leads me to Essays.ph.

http://www.essays.ph

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PAGE REQUIREMENT

My First Page Ever!

When I was in high school I have never tried making these kind of stuff. Because I was too lazy to attend my computer class. Though it was not just our computer class that I didn't go to but more often that subject.  Hehe! I don't really have a background about computers or etc. but I end up taking Computer Engineering. Maybe because it is engineering that I am after. Being a college student, ever since day one until now I never enjoyed what we were doing at school. Well, except with my favorite subjects like drawing, technology blah blah blah and some math. It depends on who's our instructor. :) But now, even if I'm so tired and so exhausted I still manage to finish it with at least one page.

Front page

It all started here. I was like, Oh! Ok, create your own page.

Kind of excited when I heard our instructor say that. It was tough, tricky and it wasn't really that good compare to my other classmates page. Their pages was cool, upgraded, and with lots of surprises. Mine was just so typical, ordinary and quite boring. I work for it like for weeks and when I got there, I show it to him and Oops! It wasn't working. Frustrated! Yes! Very. How could it be possibly not to work? I work so hard. Then I realize I should have use the file name where it was located but same as old, it didn't work. Dude, the location of your flash drive and the location of the name you save aren't match.  It's because when I plug my flash drive to other devices the drive name was different. So, what should I do then? Should l rename each file to every letter possible so it could run? It would take a lot of work. But anyway, maybe I should just tell my instructor that my page won't work on any device. 

I didn't make it. When I go back to school he wasn't there anymore. He went home or probably went to some other place because he told me he'll be there until 1:30 but I got there late for almost an hour. Crap! Haven't pass the requirements and no exam.  What would be the future ahead of me?

Hahaha! 

Here is where my bibliography is located. 

This is what it looks like. Though not really like that. The picture in it is a gif or a slide show picture. And below is where you could read my favorites and the "About Me".

Then here is where the exercises that were made us do. So, ugly. I know. :p

Then this is where the links for my  accounts are located.

Comic Strip #14

ENIGMA OF LOVE

Credit: adamantine-love.com

From the moment you came into my life, I realize...

I realize your monologue for me that was so concise

And the way you look me in the eyes that makes me mesmerize

Is my every morning reason to rise.

you were the smile that brightens-up my day,

The rainbow that shine in it's own way

And the only arms and thighs I want to lay

Are the words I cannot say.

It is the feeling of mine that was so hard to explain.

It's like a desire to be with you that I want to gain.

And if times happen that having without you by my side

will surely makes me insane

And will cause me in so much distress and pain.

Credit: mattboettger.blogspot.com

The Ultimate Experience

It was summer when I realized that I have to do something productive or at least have some fun while I'm still young. So, I decided to join Ultimate frisbee. During on my first 2 days of being a newbie on the team I had to be more careful with myself because I always got swelling hands, arms and fingers after the practice because of the wrong catch of disc.  But after that, when they decided to let me join officially to their team it was more tiring. The non-stop drills, the breathtaking practice game, the warm-ups and the jogs. It was all worth it.

I really had fun with them, though I never share my thoughts with them but in my heart they were once my family. I will never forget them nor the fun and memories that we had even in a short time.

I never experience playing on their tournament but hoping someday I will.

MY CLEATS

My Cleats after a dusty practice.

Rubik Snake SSssss . . .

UFO

EASTER EGG

PYRAMID

MICROPHONE

This is a regular shape that you could make.

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