August 20, 2013. It was 4 in the morning. I have the dilemma on whether or not shall I go to office. Collegues plead no, but I persist. I hate being unproductive for a day and I shall not be unproductive again the next day. The rain pour, the wind blow, the flood arise.
This is my first time to see Manila flooded. Being a probinsyano (You can still categorize Cavite as province), I seldom go to Manila until my recent OJTs and my first job. As I leave Cavite, rain seems normal, a-not-too-strong-and-not-too-light rain.
As I left the terminal, it started to rain cats and dogs. As the bus approached EDSA Taft, piling of vehicles started. We were stucked for 20 minutes. The kundoktor was telling us that there is a knee-deep flood ahead and light vehicles cannot pass, blocking those abled vehicles from behind.
The driver maneuvered the bus and counterflowed on the other side of the road, yet, we were stucked because the southbound vehicles are infront of us. Then we maneuvered again. Later on, he decided not to go all the way. My immediate head called me not to pursue going to office. I then realized, I may be stuck in metro if I don’t go home. I decided not to go.
As I wait for bus going back to the terminal, I saw an old lady, wadding up in an ankle-deep water carrying something I do not know. I helped her get out of the flood and advised her to go home (I hope she’s home already).
Floods were around the metro. EDSA Taft, EDSA Magallanes, Baclaran, Macapagal Avenue, MIA Road, Cavitex, and even Aguinaldo Hiway (portions of Bacoor). It became a vast waterland with cars wadding in varying flood heights.
Now, who to blame? Goverment? People? Nature? Maring? Janet Napoles? We may be inundated, but we cannot just look and do nothing about it. Our spirit may be waterproof, but do we need to test it if we have the choice to avoid the water?