remembering pinatubo

11.56 pc time. i had not been able to post anything yesterday. i had the opportunity to render my go-home hours and the rest of my sleeping time in a motel near the office. i tire at the thought of going home to greet the flood a welcome inside the house again. i'm dying for a change of atmosphere - in my case, calamity. i went straight to the office at night to do slavework again, this time without the eyebags. i've never felt so refreshed in ages. a hot and cold shower had done the trick.

during my 12 hour stay in the motel, i was able to fascinate myself with tv. we dont have cable at home. come to think about it, we dont even have a tv at home apart from the portable one installed in my hi-tech china phone (i regurgitate my last meal as i state this). one show made me stop for a while and drove myself to tears - a drop or two and made me remember another calamity. i know, i know, what a pathetic segue. go make your own blog if you think you can do it better.

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june 10. national geographic aired what may have been the most catastrophic natural disaster that shook the world. the pinatubo eruption. 3 days from now in 1991, the pinatubo will blow up the sea of lava hiding from beneath it's surface. today the pinatubo will show the greatest mushroom cloud of poisonous smoke as an appetizer. the main dish is waiting to be served below. the emission of sulfur will produce silent lightnings. the action is above and the pesky humans are just seeing a sight to remember. june 15 will be the main attraction but nobody will be excited enough to stay and watch as they flee the radius. the great exodus. thousands of people will now flee the home they once knew only to come back to see a wasteland of gray dried lahar. that is if they ever manage to stay alive. the cataclysm will continue only to meet another of mother nature's force. just as mt pinatubo was in his perkiest mood, tropical storm yunya decided to join the fun. a rain of volcanic debris began to splatter the whole province. ravaging floods of lahar then came to destroy the left-overs.

i remember playing with the ashfall in my window. imagining it was sand. beach sand. collecting as many as possible so i can make a sandcastle. the sky was dark at 3.00 pm. we did not have a tv back then too now that i remember it. no one was allowed outside for fear of another cataclysm. everyone was scared - but mostly sympathetic. i never knew how it is to march in exodus from the life you always knew. mother nature is the worst evictor. that part i know.

so at this point, i would like to remember the ashfall-castles i dreamed of building. and the lives of those people who dreamed but was forcibly evicted out of it. and those whose lives were lost. and those who managed to rebuild their castles despite everything.