Sunday, March 23, 2014
"Another day, another sorrow." That's what I always say. It's just another day here in the ruins of Tacloban. This day, since its Sunday, I and my friends went to a Christian church. We all prayed for the safety of ourselves, that we can still survive for another week, and that we can still eat and drink.
After this, we all went home to my same old house. It was quite big, like a mansion. Now, it's just a mansion full of debris, but it still looks nice, in spite of the shattered windows and broken furniture and things. Right now, my friends are the greatest companions I have. I can describe them a bit, if you want (and if you really want, I'll describe myself a bit, too)
Dheniel here is considered as the coolest when it comes to math. It's a bit obvious because he wears glasses, he's just tall as I am (just a .1" difference), and his state of being a wide reader. (I'm great in math also, and a wide reader, but I don't wear glasses, though). I always think of him as Twilight: smart, reader, and a little sarcastic.
Well, for Benedict, he's such a Fluttershy. Always at my back when I talk to someone he doesn't know, and always shy and timid, but never underestimate his powers. He's a bit short, 4.6" to be about, and he's a great joker. When I fell down, he'll go near me, and make those funny and somewhat irritating faces.
Joseph is a great friend, always sharing ideas about the universe. We kinda discuss a lot about world wars, MLP, history, and extraterrestrial things. I always see this 5.8" boy as Applejack: strong, honest, and faithful to us friends.
Bren is the nicest friend I ever had. He shares his food with me, even though I have food or none, he helps me cope with circumstances, and he's always ready to lend a hand (although, he's a bit noisy when it comes to his electric guitar and chatting with me). Sometimes, he would throw parties, with our without occasion, with or without money, and with or without guests, like Pinkie Pie.
Well, as for me, I'm Andrew; now 13 – year old, a wide reader when it comes to Science, Math, or anything interesting and worth reading for. I and Bren love to jam. He has the electric guitar, I have my nearly worn – out (but still sounds great) acoustic guitar. I consider myself, based on my friends' opinions, loyal, competitive, and always ready to give a helping hand, friends or not friends. I'm a bit sarcastic, like Rainbow Dash. No wonder I like rainbow dash above all the other ponies.
Every day, we get P 10 000 (Ten Thousand pesos; more like $ 227) from our aunties. My and Joseph's aunties work at Massachusetts, Paula's auntie work at Vancouver, and Bren and Dheniel's aunties work at Manhattan. This $ 227 we have is enough for us to survive for three months, and even though we may become short, we're still grateful that we can still eat and drink, though it's not enough.
Well, its 10:30 pm; gotta go now, diary. Tomorrow is another dreadful and appalling day. Oh look, someone's at the door. I'll just go check before I'll go to sleep.
