Being a Bicolana, who grew up in a typhoon-prone place, flood is no longer new to me. I know how hassle it is to pack things, move everything up, then unpack again and the cleaning aftermath. I remember one time my Dad usually placed a set of knee-level hollow blocks and cement on our door area just so the flood wont come inside our house.

It’s kinda an easy thing for us right?

Well, that is because the usual flood in Naga is not that high. Not the same as what I am seeing on TV and online wrath photos right now. It is really scary and devastating.

That day, Saturday, of Ondoy’s wrath – hubby and I even did a crazy thing. We took a bath under the strong rain, roam outside the village, went to the highway, walk to the bridge, watch the Pasig River flowing fast with lots of garbage, things and furnitures! We also witness how the flood rise all the way up to the house roof (5+ feet) of this certain village nearby below us.

Oopss, no we didn’t walk in the flood just to do those crazy things :p Our village is kinda on a high level area. So we don’t have the flood. That’s what we’re thinking.

When 6 p.m in the evening came, uh-oh we have the flood already, gutter level…panic panic. Until it started to go inside our house.

It’s almost dark, no electricity, when we did the fast packing of things, moving some things up then we move out of our house and transferred some  important things and electronics like TV, etc.  to the other house (In-laws house, around 8 houses away from our small lovers pad) because they have the 2nd floor. We stayed there.

The rest of the night was spent sitting in the dark, eating noodles, praying that the rain will stop, hoping that the flood wont rise on our area and coughing again (ayan kasi naligo sa ulan!)

The next morning, woke up past7 and heard that the neighborhood is starting to clean their house which means the flood subsides already. Thank God.

While we’re walking to our small pad, we saw that the flood tho on the nearby village is still on roof level. Some of our neighbors were helping to rescue. There were helicopters. And the basketball court infront of us has numerous evacuees (until now) from other places of Pasig.

When we went inside our house – the foul-smelling yellow brownish mud told us that we just had a below the knee flood. Hay, time to clean up!