Flashback: Ondoy

As the night creeps in, I become increasingly restless. I am home but it seems my mind and heart are somewhere else. My imagination jumps about like a fidgety grasshopper. I think of the unfinished plans and reports for my boss, i think about working out in the gym, i think about my sleeping blog, I think about my Facebook Cafe, i think about my so-called ex-boyfriend, i think about my brother in Malaysia, i think about who I am going to vote in the coming elections, i think about my Christmas list, i think about my credit card, i think about the traffic in EDSA... There is just so much to think about. And if you think about it, there is so much clutter, so much noise, so much irrelevance that exist in my mind, that I fail to think about what really matters. Typhoon Ondoy and Pepeng brought so much devastation but I did not even lift a finger t help in any way. When people ask me how I was during the typhoon, i always said, “thank God the floods didn’t reach our place”. I was safe and warm in my home, while I watch people suffer and the homes