Yesterday morning, I woke up to the sounds of Ate Let and Ate Bing talking in hurried, anxious voices. I can hear conversations in my sleep. I just can't hear explosions happening in the next street.
Apparently, the sewer was on fire, and it was coming out of a man hole. I look out the window and there's thick black smoke coming from the next street and my house was deadly near it. Of course, I was sleepy, and tired, that I actually managed to fall asleep even after finding out about it.
At the back of my head, I was terrified. Fires spread really quickly if not taken care of, and with my parents gone, I don't think they would appreciate returning from a vacation to a house in ashes. So, I wake myself up and thank god that the fire has been put out.
The mess isn't over though. Apparently, the gas that had been leaked into the sewer system was flowing underneath us, and because of the extreme heat, the manholes that were covered with massive amounts of cement, blew up. People were injured and the firemen (who I applaud for responding really quickly) were trying to fix things.
Three manholes had already exploded (and I mean EXPLOSIONS with chunks of cement flying in the air). I was deathly afraid already, because the manholes were next to our house. And I didn't know if we were next. Luckily, they were able to contain the fire and were already treating the water system. Still, a lot of houses in the lower areas were damaged.
If I were Orlando Bloom in Black Hawk Down (who dies in the beginning), Pamy wouldn't even make it to the movie. She was asleep the entire time! I'm serious. She didn't wake up with the fire. She was snoozing throughout the entire ordeal. It wasn't until I tried scaring her with the news of the explosions and how near it was our house that she actually woke up. Tita Lilet came over and calmed everyone down. But no one was calmer than Pio. He was awake before the fire even began and he was the one who calmly woke up everyone.
I have to say, it felt weird walking to mass that morning. Our house is so near the church, but I was worried that the man holes would just blow up when I walked by.
The news that evening was pretty interesting. Our house was shown for a split second. But it's funny because we watched the news on Channel 2 and ANC were practically the same (one was in Filipino, the other in English). But the funny part was, they interviewed this supposed homeowner. The guy doesn't look familiar, but I doubt they'd fake that. The funny part was that he had two different names. He was Roger Urbanes on ANC, and the he became Juan Boncao (or something like that). He was two different people! It made me laugh, but it also made me question the validity of reports on the news now.
It was probably an honest mistake, but it made me think. More importantly, it made me laugh. And I really needed to laugh.
August 21 was also the death anniversary of one of my lolos. Papa Ben died years ago, and I was never able to spend time with him. August 21 a few years back, my parents' got car-napped in a gas station. August 21 isn't a very lucky day for our family. Hopefully next year, it'll be better.