Saturday, March 22, 2014
Just another day of boredom, I'm just sitting here in front of my TV, watching "My Little Pony." I've been living in this horrid city for more like 5 months since my parents died due to a super typhoon. It seems that I'm the only survivor in my family. Grandma and grandpa also died in the storm. I wish that I'm also dead, but God is soooooo good to keep me alive. My auntie is working at Massachusetts, and I'm stranded here in Tacloban, Philippines, looking at the typhoon aftermath and waiting for a miracle. Good thing that our house is still up, electricity and communications are back and I can finally resume my learning.
I'm just a simple, 13 – year old boy, learning Grade 7 at my high school, being bullied by girls twice a week and dejectedly living alone. I feel like I'm independent now, though I'm not. I have this mood that I need someone, someone to talk to, someone to laugh with, and someone to cry with, I feel that I need a companion…like a daughter.
Of course, I'm too young for marriage. That's why we have "adoption." Yes, of course, I have friends, 5 of them: Dheniel, Paula, Benedict, Joseph, and Bren. They are the best friends I could ever have, or will never have, but these friends I have aren't that enough. I feel a friend someone closer, someone I can take care of, someone like, what I said a daughter.
When I feel bored, I go to my friend's house (which is also stranded and alone.) All of our parents died in the Typhoon Yola...Yola...Yolan...ugh; it's too drastic that I can't even say the name of the typhoon. All I can remember that it was Typhoon Haiyan, as my auntie said when she wrote that letter for me. You could just Google it, the alternative name for "Haiyan".
Times are hard these days. As the old Filipino quote says, "People are just staring at electrical posts" (meaning, they have no jobs), the whole city became a ghost town, rice fields are ruined, the historical Douglas McArthur Landing Memorial now crumbling, and houses are just tumbled over another. I wish that we could rise up again as a glorious city once more. I wish that mom and dad were still alive and helping me here in this distress. I wish to have a daughter of my own (whoa, I'm dreaming too fast). Maybe the word "have" isn't appropriate. I should change it to "adopt." Yeah, that's more like it. I wish to adopt a daughter of my own; one that would love me and care for me, as long as she loves and cares me back.
Well, that's all I have to say. I need to sleep now, diary. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I need to go to church at 10 am.
