Flushed by a Flash Flood

Curly Bookworm

The spice of typhoon Labuyo, the wrath of typhoon Maring merged with the tempest of Habagat, and the exasperation of typhoon Nando deluged the significant areas all over the country, especially Manila and the respective places all over Laguna and Cavite. Many lives were spent. Some of the casualties were spared. These three successive typhoons left a devastating spell.

Among the numerous cities declared under the state of calamity was Sta. Rosa, Laguna. On the verge of this city, the Adventist University of the Philippines (AUP) Campus is situated. Since it’s part of Silang, Cavite, it’s not covered with that state; but who would have thought of the lurking catastrophe within its vicinity?

AUP Campus was spared from the deluge, but it was flooded figuratively with the tears of grief and lamentations for the loss of the three AUP working students, flushed by a flash flood, near the…

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Just yesterday, I’ve learned of one of the most terrible news ever in my life: my former classmate/batch mate, Kimberly Guardias, together with 2 of her companions died after being drowned by a flash flood while crossing a river. I could not take what happened at that specific moment. Fear engulfing them as the huge waves were close to devour them in ceaseless furor. The guilt and trauma their other friends must have felt seeing they could not do anything at all but just watch the horrible scene come to take place. Hope and prayer being expressed in a blink of an eye. Cries and shouts so loud as if they would overshadow the splashing sound of the river’s waters. Oh, I could only imagine but I could never have the exact feelings they had ’cause, of course, I wasn’t there.

But having learned of this predicament, my heart is crushed and broken, like it was driven over by a Ceres bus or hit by a rapid bullet. So this is how it feels when you lose a friend. I can’t believe it but Kim is dead. She’s gone. She’s no more. I don’t know how to accept this painful reality.

You see, Kim was this petite teenager who had a strong personality. She was the official “school bell ringer” during high school and mind you, despite her physical stature, she could make the bell sound loudly. She was hard-working; there’s no doubt about this fact ’cause she had a lot of responsibilities at that time. And even in college, she was a working student. More than being industrious, she had a say when it comes to stuff. Her voice, a little bit in the cute zone, can turn into an irritable tone when you piss her off. Yet she’ll always be remembered for her sweet smile and ‘kwek-kweks’, her short locks and her being teased with Cyril.

We became close during our senior year when we were partners in making our term paper. Our topic was on teenage pregnancy and I remember working with her was not difficult. I was the one who did the writing; she, the typing but when it came to doing research work, both of us were efficient. I don’t know how I’d ever retrieve the exact copy of that term paper since I left it with her. She really wanted to have it back then, I can slightly remember.

After high school, we were distant friends whose only connections were FB and texting. She would call at times (most times out of the blue) and we’d talk for a little while. Oh what a thoughtful and loving soul she was! Too bad, I was not able to contact her recently due to my inevitable busyness. How I wish I had one last talk with her. How I wish we have met and saw each other again before she died. But I know all these wishes are in vain ’cause she’s already asleep, waiting for Jesus’ soon return. So in hope, I long to see her in heaven. I can’t wait to see her in the resurrection morning!

(sighs) From Kim’s death, I have learned a valuable lesson. More striking than being flabbergasted, more “brain-awakening” than having those goose bumps upon reading the ugly truth, more lucid than the pain of losing a friend, I have learned that life is FRAGILE. Like a balloon, easily pricked by a needle. Like a China doll, broken by a careless girl. Like a tiny ant, unknowingly stepped on by a walking guy. Indeed, we are not going to live forever. So l know with all these realizations, I need to live life to the fullest. I need to live every day as if it is going to be my last. I need to show my family and friends how much I love them, how much they mean to me. I need to be at peace with everyone including myself and most especially God.

I hope and pray that Kim was able to do all these. How about you?


ImageFor my first blog post, I have to write some of the things I really miss so far. Being a fourth year college student, life has been busier and more tiring. Through this journey which is near its end, you can’t help but miss some things which you haven’t done in a while or miss someone which you haven’t seen for a long time. Well, my first entry would tell you why I chose to write such.

I miss WRITING. Yes! Poems, essays, songs, you name it. The feel of the pen on your hand. The random thoughts which seem to be stuck to your head like glue, wanting to be expressed. The essence of matchless joy in your heart after perfecting your masterpiece and honing your art. I miss them all! And I just want you to know, dear reader, that I’m pretty glad to be writing this. Thank God for this special friend who rekindled my passion to write. Being a writer himself, he serves as an inspiration.

I miss EATING DONUTS. Especially the glazed creations of Krispy Kreme and the prized delights of JCO. Oh! I can’t wait for the time to come when I shall relish these desserts in complete decadence, again.

I miss TRAVELING. I miss hearing that ascending then descending sound after the operator announces that the plane is already boarding. I miss the feeling when somehow your adrenaline rushes up as the airplane starts to soar higher into the azure skies. I miss speaking in vernacular wanting to show the people around me that I’m not from their place. I miss seeing new places and making new memories. I’m still looking forward to that day when my family and I would have the opportunity to travel abroad.

I miss PLAYING. Playing in the rain with my siblings without any care that we might get sick. Playing Snakes and Ladders and rolling the dice. Playing soccer with my dad even though it’s just the two of us. Playing badminton and being hit by the shuttlecock most of the time. Playing as a Pokemon with my childhood best friend. Ah, the childhood years have long passed. I miss terribly those blithe memories.

I miss GARDENING. The soil getting in your nails. The mosquito/ant bites (Am I insane?). But most of all, the contentment filling your heart when you see that what your hands have touched turn into beauties.

I miss my CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND, Brian Patrick Tagalog. He’s a thousand miles away and the last time we saw each other was 2004. It’s going to be almost 14 years without him. I really want to see him, someday. It’d be okay if I would see him in heaven after Jesus’ second coming. But as for now, all the moments we share- the Pokemon battles, the arguments, etc. would be treasured in my heart.

I miss my PIANO TEACHER, Ma’am Ernelia Gomez. I stopped having lessons since being a senior entails more focus on my academics. Plus, I’d be an intern by the next semester so things would be tough when I’m still having them. But I know my skills in piano won’t get stunted at all since I continue to play at church. It feels great using your talent for God’s glory.

I miss my ‘bro’ and my ‘bes’. For things to remain seemly, their identities would be unknown. I miss the 3-container full of delicious food. I miss watching the sunset and being in the PJPII tower. I miss them, simply. Nothing more, nothing less.  These people,  despite all the downs I had with them, will always be considered special in my life. “We are HUNKS” so we gotta stay strong. “Like an OREO” we shall stick together through thick and thin. I definitely can’t wait to be with them, again. But even more, what I want is for them to be in heaven where our friendship is to be spent in eternity. That would just be wonderful!

So far, that’s all I could think of. I know there’s more but I think what I’ve just written are the ones significant enough to find a spot in my first blog post. All these things and people: I truly miss them. God knows. And I know that despite all these feelings, one thing’s for sure, life goes on.