My feet are fishes currently splashing in an aquarium called my shoes.
Woke up and thought it would be one of those normal Singapore rains that would end in just an hour, or two at least. And now, just look at where the assumption got me: wet jacket, wet hair, wet half of my pants, wet shoes which I think wouldn’t last for another torrential rain considering price, and last but not the least, wet me.
Having been in Singapore for two years (in the next ten days to be precise), I am not that used to heavy rains happening here. Well, except the last time I went in the Philippines last September to experience the typhoon that put the country in all the history books regarding calamity, Ondoy. (You can read about it/see pictures from one of my favorite writer’s blog, Jessica Zafra, at http://www.jessicarulestheuniverse.com/2009/09/28/when-disaster-relief-coordination-is-the-disaster/).
The rains this morning just reminded me of old days where the usual question upon seeing the heavy downpour, dark clouds, and ear-splitting thunder are: Are the classes suspended? or Is the roof leaking already?
It most probably is flooding in some streets right now and my guess is that Singaporeans, unused with strong weather disturbances and familiar with them only through the tube, are in some sort of panic.
I remember the news some few days ago about the Orchard Road turning into Orchard River after a day-long rain. Many have gone from thinking that it is the end of the world to blaming foreigners for the flood, based on the comments I read from a blog (http://singapore-lighthouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/freak-flood-again-now-at-orchard-road.html) that posted pictures that day.
Why they were able to think of these two, I honestly have no idea. Though the latter affects me very much, to dwell on that topic is simply a waste of time. I mean, you can go on a debate forever and not even change the mindset of some, no matter how hard you try. It’s their choice anyway.
Moving on. I have put a small electric fan on the floor to dry up my soaked pants, my jacket is hanged at the back of my chair, and my shoes – poor shoes – are at the back of the office’s air conditioning unit. Which reminds me: I have just accomplished one goal!
Goal number 2. Buy ballet shoes – clash of the non-sensical and worldly desires.
Great. I just realised it at a time I am ready to part with them. They’re cute, they’re black, they’re flat, and most of all, they were on sale. In less than three weeks, using these type of shoes six times a week can take its toll. Good thing I just bought a new pair: red, pointed, and flat.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the rain! But please have them downpours when I am at home and cozily watching movies as opposed to running after buses and running away from cars that might drench me as they pass by.