since yesterday, the world has been depriving me of food. or source thereof. so far this is my longest no-food-intake record. because the place is flooded and i can’t get out to buy anything and i can no longer scavenge anything from our fridge,too.

then i thought about those kids i stumble upon the stairs of the light rail transit station in Tayuman. the old man on the same stairs who can’t even raise his arms or get up by himself. and that old woman on a wheelchair at the landing. all of them who raise up their palms at every passenger, begging and asking for some change that everyone could spare so they could buy a meal, a piece of bread or noodles, maybe. 

these people — they make me survive hunger. i feel like im still blessed to not starve everyday. to not stay in the station or elsewhere to beg for food. but then i felt more sorry for them — i wonder where they are staying now, now that the streets are flooded and the rain just wont stop. i am starving again, as i write. but who am i to complain? or rant? or whine? i am dry, safe and warm. really starving, yes, but what the hey, i am still blessed, which made me feel guilty again for not being able to do anything for them who are more than just starving. 
 
sigh.
 
looks like the world poured out heavy things on me again. or vice versa.