rowlandanthonyimperial
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
05:33
Rain, rain, rain.
"Taas tiil! Taas tiil!" the tricycle driver warned six infuriated passengers aboard his ramshackle and carbon-monoxide-regurgitating vehicle. It took me quite a while to digest the information inside my brain, until I saw an ocean of rain water (plus drainage water from the nearby canal and some indistinctively clean water from the nearby wetland) a few metres ahead of us. It seemed like I was on a rundown ship, awaiting its glorious sinking moment in the middle of the Pacific. An exhilarating moment indeed. Huh.
This is crazy, I crazily thought. I held onto my knees, pulled them as high as I could, like a diver in midair doing a stunt, while trying to balance my bum on a miniscule wooden seat made even more uncomfortable by a rocklike foam that I shared with an old woman beside me, just to avoid being thrown out of the small threshold behind the tricycle. The entrance to the ocean of doom.
The involuntary acrobatic stunt inside the tricycle saved my Chuck Taylors.
That was the best thing that happened today.
Hurray.
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The weather here has gone bonkers. Well, rain here may not be frequent, but whenever it rains, it really rains.
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Well, it does not really matter if it rains, does it?
To us, here, we the fortunate citizens of this world, we who among over six billion d***s and p*****s were chosen to propagate and reside in this 7-107-island enclosure, in this huge archipelago with a teenie-weenie economy and a godforsaken standard of living, RAIN is a big issue.
It's hard to live a normal life when you are like a fish swimming in the middle of a sea in the middle of a city.
An ubiquitous sight to behold.
"Taas tiil! Taas tiil!" the tricycle driver warned six infuriated passengers aboard his ramshackle and carbon-monoxide-regurgitating vehicle. It took me quite a while to digest the information inside my brain, until I saw an ocean of rain water (plus drainage water from the nearby canal and some indistinctively clean water from the nearby wetland) a few metres ahead of us. It seemed like I was on a rundown ship, awaiting its glorious sinking moment in the middle of the Pacific. An exhilarating moment indeed. Huh.