Shaky Month

Shaky Month

October has become such a shaky month this early. My usual droll, even facetious, self would have said the Philippines is like Shakey's pizza and we are back to the late '80s dancing to "Shake, Body Dancer," but no, earthquakes are no laughing matter. It leaves us shaken, both literally and figuratively, and a strong one can be deadly.

While areas of Luzon were reeling from massive flood from the quick succession of typhoons ('Mirasol,' 'Nando,' 'Opong') together with the usual habagat (monsoon rains) that makes everything sopping-wet, a 6.9 earthquake shook up parts of Cebu Is. and another, far weaker one in the Taal Volcano area. The ancient church of Daanbantayan was in ruins, and the McDonald's Bogo City branch ended up like a crushed tomato. More than 70 people died including athletes practicing inside a gym or dome of sorts with one man pinned down, meeting misfortune in the twinkling of an eye.

The quake in Bogo was reportedly caused by a previously unidentified fault offshore connected to the Philippine trench.

The morning a day before that, our roosters at home crowed one after another nonstop for about four hours straight. It was unprecedented, something that struck me as abnormal, unusual, unprecedented (can't decide which word is better). What a curious coincidence, together with the sudden appearance of earthworms and centipedes here and there in our yard. Other residents' accounts echoed the same experience with their dogs, cats, cattle...

The next few days would prove the roosters and other creatures right, because an intensity 4.8 earthquake shook Baguio City and La Union and the next day an intensity 7.4 temblor would indeed shake the shore off Davao Oriental, then another one with an intensity of 6.7 or something struck exactly the same area. (I learned that earthquake intensities can be downgraded afterwards upon review.)

These earthquakes, of course, caused widespread anxiety, panic attacks, and trauma. (Being a constant sufferer of these maladies, even for a laughable intensity 1, mainly due to the ensuing reaction from equally panicky people, I feel that I am not too abnormal, after all.) Then there's, of course, the appalling destruction of public infrastructure, especially the sudden discovery of those built with subpar quality, and the sudden obliteration of private properties, especially those otherwise charming homes built out of decades of sacrifice of Filipino overseas workers -- all erased, or in journalese, "gone in a jiffy."

The omnipresence of CCTVs has magnified the documentation of these tremors and ensuing chaos and destruction.

I suddenly recall that, on October 2, a massive fire engulfed a district in Davao City and another fire broke out in CDO. Then I saw someone's post showing three rows of photos showing massive flooding in Luzon on top, earthquake destruction in the Visayas in the middle, and large-scale conflagration in Mindanao. How... inspiring.

Life is indeed such a frail, fragile, and fleeting thing: here today, gone tomorrow. Through these shaky shockers, may we all find some meaning, something profound, from deep within us.

And may everyone and everything that fell down from these puzzling tragedies get back up and rise up quickly, or soon, in every possible way.

As for those who sadly perished... Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine. Et lux perpetua luceat eis. Requiescant in pace. Amen.