Rainy days are here again...
"Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day. Little children want to play."
This is a common phrase you will hear everytime it rains. And I heard this a lot yesterday, for it was raining cats and dogs. The rain was pouring down like it was not going to let up. Winds were blowing so strong that it makes trees dance to an unheard beat. School suspended classes and some companies send their employees home early. But not us. Nope.
We were sent home at around 5 p.m. An hour early from our usual time out. Darn HR people. Grr.... Anyways, the rain kinda stopped a bit and I was able to get on a bus and get off at a MRT station. Lucky, the bus wasn't full. When I got to the station, I didn't have to wait for a train to come, one was already there, loading and unloading passengers. Not only was it waiting, it wasn't full and I got to seat down. So I said to myself, "Seems like everything is okay. Nothing will go wrong". I was so wrong, dead wrong.
As the train slowly approached the station where I'm getting off, rain started to go back to work, like an employee who just finished her coffee break. Luck for me, I brought my trusty umbrella. I was able to get to the corner were the jeepneys would pick up passengers. This is were I start to be wrong. There were no jeeps at the corner. I could hear the vendors say that most of the jeep won't make a trip because of the flood. Other just dead in the middle of the flooded road. It usually takes me under 2 minutes to get a jeep, but this time 20 minutes has gone by and not a single jeep in sight. After a couple more minutes of waiting, finally a jeep that was empty stopped. Everyone there rushed to it as if the jeep was a famous star. Good thing it stopped right in front of me. Vrooommmmm, and off the jeep went.
But not for long, the jeep started to slow down. We have just entered the flooded part of the streets. On the road, some of the cars died down. There were some pushed by concerned passers-by while others were just left there. Good thing it was a wide road and there was no traffic. One by one, my fellow commuters shouted "Para" or "Manong sa tabi nalang po." And they had no choice but to step it to the dirty, garbage-floating water. Some rolled up their pants while other took off their shoes. Other were already wearing slippers and shorts. As the journey went on, so did the unloading of passengers, until there was four of us left. And then something happened, something you don't want to think about. The jeepney stopped. In the middle of the flooded road it stopped. The driver tried to get it started again but the no avail. The four of us started to panic. None one of us wanted to go into the water. The rain was still pouring and it seemed that the water was rising. One of the passenger decided to take the risk and take on the flood. Three of us were left. The driver said that there maybe other jeeps on the way and we could just transfer. The lady said "Eh di ganun din lulusong din kami sa baha." The driver reply, "Gagawa ho tayo ng paraan kung me dadaan. Minutes had gone by and two jeep went by. They couldn't help because one was full and the other was on it's way home. We had no other choice but to wait again.
30 minutes in and an empty jeep came by. Apparently it was the driver's father, he called him "Tay". The driver's father said that he was informed by other drivers of what happened. I said to myself "Thank God the waiting is over." But now we had another problem on our hands, how to get to the other jeep. The two drivers had a short discussion in a dialect I couldn't understand. And a few minutes later, the older driver maneuver the jeep so that both ends will meet. And in no time, we were in the other jeep. The son driver stayed with the stranded jeep while the father took us back on the road. I thought the horror was over. Again I was wrong.
I assumed that the part near my house wasn't flooded because it wasn't as low as the over parts of the road. As I watch other people walking in the water, I could see that it's knee high. I was pretty confident that it won't happen to me. As we slowly approached my stop, I could see that the water wasn't getting low. I had to do the thing that I didn't want to, and thats to place my foot in the water. I had no choice because there was no dry land in sight. Oh well, better get wet than not to get home right. I took off my shoes but left my socks on. The water was so cold, not to mention dirty. I wanted to get out of the water fast but couldn't run, so I took big steps. In a matter of minutes, I reached the house. The first thing I did was I took off my socks, tip-toed to the bathroom and washed my feet three times then applied alcohol. Home at last.
Finally I was able to rest. You get hungry after an ordeal like that. And it was a good thing "Bituing walang ningning" was just about the start. XD
This is a common phrase you will hear everytime it rains. And I heard this a lot yesterday, for it was raining cats and dogs. The rain was pouring down like it was not going to let up. Winds were blowing so strong that it makes trees dance to an unheard beat. School suspended classes and some companies send their employees home early. But not us. Nope.
We were sent home at around 5 p.m. An hour early from our usual time out. Darn HR people. Grr.... Anyways, the rain kinda stopped a bit and I was able to get on a bus and get off at a MRT station. Lucky, the bus wasn't full. When I got to the station, I didn't have to wait for a train to come, one was already there, loading and unloading passengers. Not only was it waiting, it wasn't full and I got to seat down. So I said to myself, "Seems like everything is okay. Nothing will go wrong". I was so wrong, dead wrong.
As the train slowly approached the station where I'm getting off, rain started to go back to work, like an employee who just finished her coffee break. Luck for me, I brought my trusty umbrella. I was able to get to the corner were the jeepneys would pick up passengers. This is were I start to be wrong. There were no jeeps at the corner. I could hear the vendors say that most of the jeep won't make a trip because of the flood. Other just dead in the middle of the flooded road. It usually takes me under 2 minutes to get a jeep, but this time 20 minutes has gone by and not a single jeep in sight. After a couple more minutes of waiting, finally a jeep that was empty stopped. Everyone there rushed to it as if the jeep was a famous star. Good thing it stopped right in front of me. Vrooommmmm, and off the jeep went.
But not for long, the jeep started to slow down. We have just entered the flooded part of the streets. On the road, some of the cars died down. There were some pushed by concerned passers-by while others were just left there. Good thing it was a wide road and there was no traffic. One by one, my fellow commuters shouted "Para" or "Manong sa tabi nalang po." And they had no choice but to step it to the dirty, garbage-floating water. Some rolled up their pants while other took off their shoes. Other were already wearing slippers and shorts. As the journey went on, so did the unloading of passengers, until there was four of us left. And then something happened, something you don't want to think about. The jeepney stopped. In the middle of the flooded road it stopped. The driver tried to get it started again but the no avail. The four of us started to panic. None one of us wanted to go into the water. The rain was still pouring and it seemed that the water was rising. One of the passenger decided to take the risk and take on the flood. Three of us were left. The driver said that there maybe other jeeps on the way and we could just transfer. The lady said "Eh di ganun din lulusong din kami sa baha." The driver reply, "Gagawa ho tayo ng paraan kung me dadaan. Minutes had gone by and two jeep went by. They couldn't help because one was full and the other was on it's way home. We had no other choice but to wait again.
30 minutes in and an empty jeep came by. Apparently it was the driver's father, he called him "Tay". The driver's father said that he was informed by other drivers of what happened. I said to myself "Thank God the waiting is over." But now we had another problem on our hands, how to get to the other jeep. The two drivers had a short discussion in a dialect I couldn't understand. And a few minutes later, the older driver maneuver the jeep so that both ends will meet. And in no time, we were in the other jeep. The son driver stayed with the stranded jeep while the father took us back on the road. I thought the horror was over. Again I was wrong.
I assumed that the part near my house wasn't flooded because it wasn't as low as the over parts of the road. As I watch other people walking in the water, I could see that it's knee high. I was pretty confident that it won't happen to me. As we slowly approached my stop, I could see that the water wasn't getting low. I had to do the thing that I didn't want to, and thats to place my foot in the water. I had no choice because there was no dry land in sight. Oh well, better get wet than not to get home right. I took off my shoes but left my socks on. The water was so cold, not to mention dirty. I wanted to get out of the water fast but couldn't run, so I took big steps. In a matter of minutes, I reached the house. The first thing I did was I took off my socks, tip-toed to the bathroom and washed my feet three times then applied alcohol. Home at last.
Finally I was able to rest. You get hungry after an ordeal like that. And it was a good thing "Bituing walang ningning" was just about the start. XD
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