Typhoon Haiyan Relief Operations
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Yolanda Was A Bitch

Once there was a bitch whose name was Yolanda. In a matter of hours, she swept off towns from the face of the earth, left children motherless, mothers childless and crumbled the strength of fathers like the corner stones of homes reduced to rubble.

Yolanda (international name: Haiyan) was a Super Typhoon that made landfall on the Central Visayas region of the Philippines on November 8, 2013 (Friday). The bitch brought havoc and mayhem. Being the strongest of her kind in World History, she took lives. She tore homes apart. She broke the hearts of millions all over the world. I AM ONE OF THE BROKEN-HEARTED.

I am one of the many who wept for my fellowmen. I am one of those who spent hours and hours online, trying to find out everything about the bitch and her victims. I was constantly reading articles, watching videos, sharing, posting, re-blogging…

I was obsessed with Yolanda. I guess that’s how humans sometimes react to heartbreak. You find out all you can about the culprit, wishing there was something you dig up that was good enough as a tool for revenge.

Part 1 – The part where Yolanda broke my heart.

We heard it days beforehand in the news – that there was a “Super Typhoon” coming, estimated to be the most destructive ever in history. And as if we were in a sad, masochistic lottery game, it was the Philippines that won the raffle. The typhoon was said to make landfall in my country.

But I didn’t pay much attention to the news. I admit, I brushed it aside like it was old gossip. I expected this “Super Typhoon” to pass by the country the way other typhoons in the past did. I expected some grumpy weather, some destroyed homes, maybe a few casualties and a few days of post-typhoon news stories involving people that were miles and miles away from where I lived. And then that’s it – back to ordinary, Davaoenyo life. Back to arrogantly living in a corner of the Philippines where typhoons rarely make an impact.

On the day when the typhoon was supposedly to make landfall in the Visayas region, our geographic location didn’t fail me – there was barely any weather disturbance.  I went about my day as usual.

It was when Facebook posts and news updates started cropping up that it started. One by one, piece by piece, my heart broke when images like these jumped out at me:

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Bodies everywhere (source: Rappler.com).

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Two men try to lift a dead body (Source: Rappler.com)

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A man searches for his belongings among debris (Source: Rappler.com)

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Bodies lined up in the streets (Source: Rappler.com)

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A woman cries over a dead loved one inside a chapel (Source: Getty Images)

Hour by hour, the death toll rose up – one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred… a thousand, two thousand…

It was then that Yolanda’s destruction struck me like a dead fish slapped across my face. I was stung. I was stunned. But it didn’t end there –  as if the death and destruction that she brought wasn’t enough, more stories came. Stories of survivors acting like animals, ransacking houses and establishments, stealing food to feed their hungry stomachs.

Because believe it or not, even three to five days after the tragedy, there was no concrete trace of our government attempting to search and rescue the missing or attending to the dead and worst – no mass government operations providing food, clothes and shelter for the survivors. As if these survivors haven’t experienced enough horror.

” A sad soul can kill quicker, far quicker than a germ.” – John Steibeck

Imagine having to endure horrific hours of a storm, watching the world around you crumble and watching your whole family taken by the storm surge, knowing in the corners of your brain that you will never see them again when it gets quiet.

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“We Need Food” – Haiyan Victims plea.

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Survivors of ST Yolanda ransack a store for survival (Source: Rappler.com)

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Kids waiting by the side of the road, begging for food after the Super Typhoon.

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SOS on a ship washed ashore by the Super Typhoon.

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A man brandishing a gun outside his store in an attempt to protect his goods from looters.

Soon, the grief I felt was contaminated with anger. Where was the government? Where were the politicians who promised to “take care” of their people? Probably still fast asleep in their warm, comfy beds while in some parts of their country, people are becoming rash, willing to hurt others just for a bottle of water and a piece of soda crackers.

If the government didn’t act fast enough, these survivors will be reduced to nothing short of savage dogs. They’ve lost their families. They’ve lost their homes. They’ve lost enough. They can’t lose their humanity, too.

Amidst all these, amidst all the stories of loss, destruction, chaos, people pointing fingers, international media jumping in, local media men making a fool of themselves and “1 Like 1 Prayer” Facebook posts in my newsfeed, I was sure of one thing and one thing only: Yolanda was a bitch. And this bitch had to go down.

Part 2 – The part where the bitch goes down

In an attempt to fight back, I contacted my friends whom I met in humanitarian organizations that I’ve joined before, offering help. Some of them replied. Those events that I couldn’t join, I shared in my wall, hoping the “promotion” helped. Even our class was given a chance by our Class Instructor (Derf Maiz) to help re-pack relief goods, a chance that we gladly took.

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Davao City Send Relief Goods to Typhoon Victims

Haiyan Yolanda Relief Davao

In the back of my mind, I knew it was the only way Yolanda was to be defeated. To be strong was the only way to show her she didn’t win. The thing about bitches like Yolanda is they take all you have and crush it to smithereens, then leave you for dead. But when you show them that their spirit-crushing wasn’t enough to defeat you – that’s when you come out stronger.

The thing about Filipinos (and we’ve known this for gazillions of years) is that we are a resilient race. How many times have we experienced tragedies and came out of them with bright smiles on our faces? I’ll tell you how many times: More than the fingers typing on my laptop keyboard. Multiply that by ten. And multiply a thousand more. Amidst all the tragedy, even international media men couldn’t help but admire how strong the Filipino people are:

When everything else is taken away, broken and battered, soaked raw, stripped bare, you see things. You see people as they really are. This week in Tacloban, Samar and Cebu, amidst the hunger and thirst, the chaos and confusion, we’ve seen the best in the Filipino people. Their strength, their courage, I can’t get it out of my mind. Imagine the strength it takes for a mother to search alone for her missing kids, the strength to sleep; on the street near the body of your child.

We’ve seen people with every reason to despair, every right to be angry, instead find ways to laugh, and to love, to stand up, to move forward.

A storm breaks wood and bone, brings hurt and heartbreak. In the end, the wind, the water, the horror it brings is not the end of the story.

With aid and assistance, compassion and care, this place, these people…they will make it through. They already survived the worst. They’re bowed, perhaps tired and traumatized, but they are not broken.

Mabuhay Philippines! Maraming salamat for all you’ve shown us. Maraming salamat for showing us all how to live.”

– Anderson Cooper

And indeed, this is how we bring Yolanda down. By helping eachother. By staying strong.

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Relief Goods from US Aid

Haiyan Empire State Building Relief

New York shows support for Haiyan’s victims by lighting up the Empire State Building in the Philippine Flag’s colors.

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6-year-old Japanese kid donates his childhood savings to Typhoon Haiyan’s victims. (Source: GMA News)

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Two kids from California put up a lemonade stand for Typhoon Yolanda’s victims. (Source: GMA News).

I wasn’t directly affected by the Super Typhoon. I don’t really know how it feels to be uprooted from my home by a merciless natural calamity or how horrible it must feel to check the faces of each dead body you see in the street in search for a missing loved one. I don’t really know. And hopefully, I never will. But watching from the outside in, I know the pain cannot be described or put into words.

But when you see people from all over your country and all over the world make an effort to lift up those who were beaten down, you can’t help but feel hopeful. Happy, even.

Yolanda may be a bitch. But her bitchiness brought the whole world together. In the face of adversity, humanity may show its ugliness and its flaws but on one side, it never fails to amaze us.

Yolanda may be a bitch but the bitch showed us how to be a man for others.

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Fire and Rain and A Riot in Between

WannaBe: A Mass Com Student Diary No.1

As I began my day, I was ecstatically anticipating my first taste of Mass Com major subjects –

MASS COM 1 : Introduction to Mass Communication

MASS COM 2: Writing for Print Media

Catholic School Girl (Lea Michelle on “Glee’s” Britney Spears episode)

Between imagining that I’d be the smartest in girl in our major subjects (You wish! LOL) I also imagined bumping into a perfectly handsome young man who will later on become my perfect boyfriend and become my perfect love slave (Haha!) who will do whatever to make me perfectly happy.

Being an optimist (sometimes to the point of being ridiculous), I filled my head with perfectness as I went downstairs to set off to school …

But that was only until I heard one of our neighbors shout:

FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!

WTF?!

Me and my brother glanced outside the window to see giant, hell-to-the-no-this-ain’t-happening-in-my-neighborhood black smoke issuing from flames that were surely devouring somebody’s home. The house on fire was on our street. Holy smokes! (Yeah, smokes, literally).

The black smoke made me feel as if I saw a giant rude finger across the sky, with a caption saying, “oh heeeey, there’s fire HEEERE!

Wasn’t it just last night that I was complaining about how the world seems to be always in the way of me fulfilling my dreams? That without my job or a completed education, I’d be nothing? But as I watched the smoke, the fire, the looks on my neighbors’ faces, I suddenly felt like the luckiest person on earth.

After 10 long minutes or so, the 911 Fire team showed up, sirens blaring and everything. And because I didn’t wanna be late for school, I hailed a tricycle.

As I left the neighborhood to go to school, I’ve gone teary-eyed from imagining how the family who owned that house must have felt. I’m usually like that —imagination so vivid that when I imagine bad or sad things, I  tear up. Silly Nini.

Way to start my first day of being an “official” Mass Com student, huh?

By 4:00 in the afternoon, my MC1 class was done. I had survived my first surprise “create-an-advertisement-that-will-give-us-an-idea-of-who-you-are-in-2-minutes” attack by my teacher.

I was anxious to meet my friends, Deo and Chin-chin (Desiree) to talk about my first ever MC class with mixed pride and disgruntlement. But Chin-chin was in class, so Deo and I went to a new place called “PizzaKaya” and shared a 95-peso Hawaiian pizza while laughing ourselves silly.

Just when I only had 10 minutes of break before my next class, MC2, heavy, “take-this-and-drink-it” rain and thunderstorm rolled in.

WTF?!

It was raining like crazy. Seriously. We had no choice but to wait for the rain to stop. But in about 10 minutes, the whole street was flooded. And unless Deo and I can fly or we either get ankle-deep wet from the flood, there was no getting around that flood. And what was frustrating was that our school was only across the street – right in front of“PizzaKaya“!

And I was running late! And MC2 is a major, major subject!

Luckily (or not),   tricycle drivers took   advantage of stranded students and let them hop on their tricycle for 7 Pesos each. 7 Pesos. Just to cross the street.

Way to highlight the middle of the my first day as an “official” Mass Com student, huh?

By 6:00 P.M., it was still raining. But thanks to my trusty umbrella (which keeps on closing in on me without my permission), I managed to ride a jeepney to where my cousin Wendy lived. We were to go together to the tailor to get my new uniform.

After that, we hung out for a bit to watch TV in their house. I always enjoy going there because we never ran out of things to talk about.

Around 11:00, I decided to go home so Ate Wendy walked me to the corner of the street to wait for a jeepney.

Out of nowhere – a number of teenagers bursted out into the street, screaming “Gago mo! Mga p*tang ina mo, mga y*wa!” and throwing big rocks to eachother.

WTF?! (Again).

Ate Wendy screamed and dragged me to the corner of a building, away from the riot. We hid while watching the group of teenagers punching and throwing rocks at eachother right in the middle of the street!

A teenage boy slipped and landed on his butt because of the wet pavement, trying to run away from their rival gang. While another teenage boy punched the windshield of a passing Blue Taxi as if to show just how “powerful” he was around these parts of the city.

But through my eyes, I saw no powerful teenage boys. Just foolish idiotic morons.

When the riot “dispersed”, I was forever grumbling about how these boys had low E.Q. (Emotional Quotient) and Ate Wendy and I broke into shouts of “Mga bulok, mga bugo! Bugo! Bugo!”

On the ride home, I couldn’t help but think about everything that happened today. The fire … the rainstorm… the riot. Somehow, they represented the hindrances in my life. The obstacles.

But no matter how big and mind-boggling and scary and frustrating the fire, the rain and the riot were – somehow, they never stopped me form going about during the day.

The Fire reminded me that I don’t have the right to complain.It is only I, who can destroy these dreams that I have. It’s either I let these dreams be burned and turned into ashes or just keep going. To never stop, like the way I didn’t let the neighborhood mayhem stop me from going to school earlier today.

The Rain reminded me that even in the gloomy days, I have all the reason to laugh – because I have my friends, whom I can share a whole Hawaiian pizza with and run with me through the flood and laugh about it with me afterwards.

The Riot reminded me that I had reason to live. That my life is not wasted or empty. That I’m lucky to be living this life rather than living the life of those teenage boys who never had the same privilege that I have. To go to school, to have a job, to have amazing friends or to have a loving and supportive family who will never let me destroy my life.

Way to end my first day of being an “official” Mass Com student, huh?

~ NiNi WannaBe.

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