 THE precious Prius had been scheduled to take me to my roots—with myself behind the wheel, of course, of this wondrous ride. The day before, Poet Dante Velasco had wished me well with a heartwarming shot of, “Happy trip, aro.” It didn’t materialize. Ondoy butted in. Ondoy who? The killer typhoon that devastated almost 80 percent of Metro Manila and its outlying provinces on September 26. Not wanting to disappoint myself—I just don’t give up that easily when it comes to renewing ties with my haunts in Pangasinan—I reset the trip. But, alas, Pepeng mimicked Ondoy—almost, that is. Like Ondoy, Pepeng also proved to be a KJ—to say it mildly. The week after Ondoy’s venomous visit, Pepeng peppered us with more lashing rains that triggered more home-wrecking floods after aborting—thank God—its deadly design to become a heartless super-typhoon. Instead, Pepeng elected to redirect its still-havoc-laden anger on our poor brothers in the Cagayan Valley, toppling trees and electric posts, ripping away bridges and roads, crops and roofs of even newly built homes, and even threatening to burst dams. Both conspired to inflict harm and misery to our already suffering nation, one week apart of each other, affecting almost three million Filipinos from Bicolandia to the metropolis, all the way to Cagayan Valley and Ilocandia. |