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- the sheer terror, the pain, the sight of dead bodies of University of Baguio students wrapped in blankets lined up on my elementary school playground as I saw parents bending to take a look, hear their silent wish (“Lord, let it not be my child…”), and cringe at the anguished wails.
- how we tried to pray, as we lined up along the streets where it was safer, and cannot finish it, because the earth would violently shake again.
- how I waited for my mom and dad to arrive from work safely
- how we stayed in a big tent for weeks as the earth shook from time to time with strong aftershocks
- how my brother who was in Japan must have worried since he cannot call us for weeks
- how we cheered as we listened to an old transistor radio and hear survivors being pulled out
- how we roamed the city on foot and saw collapsed buildings with intrepid soldiers, policeman, miners and civilians working to get trapped people out
- how my pregnant neighbor prayed every time the earth would shake (she finally gave birth a week later while the earth shook with aftershocks again. We asked her to name her child Myleen as in “may lindol” (there’s an earthquake”))
LIST (As of 2016) of hotels/inns/bed & baths to stay when in Baguio.