So we’re now down with the second tropical cyclone of the year. If it isn’t Butchoy who will be getting most of the blame for the stranded passengers and not the actual lack of aid extended to the mass commuters.
Ever since I started this gig on news writing, I’m now finding myself clipping up images of what I’m talking about as if I’m reading a twaddled story to a 4-year-old.
So what will become of us if Metro Manila gets flooded?
Why do I write very shortly and lose the reader’s interest even before I can gauge it? I’m starting to feel like writing here is just me contradicting myself. I could have just messaged my friends but I’m too scared of the thought that none of them would even care to react or read it.
To be honest, I’m not even on the edge today. It was a good day. I finished cooking meals to last us a few days. I’m going well with the book that I’m reading and “well” means, it’s not actually taking me months to finish a single chapter. It’s just that, for the past few days. I find myself doing just the same as the other day. (Same reason I haven’t been writing )Putting on a face mask when going out and cursing myself to death for forgetting that alcohol mist spray. We are even calling this the new normal!
I do feel quite indifferent with what those words convey.
How normal has apathy been going and how this worsening situation highlights that our oppressors really succeeded in turning people to have blind eyes from all of the injustices circling around. How many raindrops to muddy our pool of fury before we could see clear again? How much blame would the people be getting for being out there to earn their living? How much more can you bear before it outstrips what you call the new normal?
