S'been pouring in torrents. Sheets and sheets of rain everyday. It's pleasant to be having cool weather for a change, but it does get depressing after staring at cloudy skies for many days in a row.
According to Dad, the rain is brought here by a hotshot deity called the 9th King on his birthday, which falls precisely on September of the lunar calendar (around 2 days ago). Of course the meteorological centre would say it's the Sumatran monsoon season or something that's causing the downpour, but i think it's more fun to believe dad's story though. Such grandeur! Hmm. Imagine that you can summon lots of rain on your birthday. Fascinating. ;)
Not too much rain, though. It rained really fat cats and dogs yesterday, until the turning leading into my housing area became flooded and i had to take 2 long detours (first detour led me to yet another flooded road) home.
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My parents are supposed to be departing for their long-anticipated holiday to Europe tomorrow. But my eldest uncle just called from Penang saying that grandpa got hospitalized again, and now has to breathe using an oxygen mask. So i think the trip is cancelled. Dad is extremely disappointed, as he has finally managed to get some time off from work to go have some fun.
It's one of those fucked up dilemmas. Go on the trip and ppl think you're the worst kinda son, abandoning your father who's lying on his deathbed to selfishly enjoy a holiday. Then, on the other hand, if you go back to visit your father to possibly see him for one last time, you end up flushing tens of thousands of dollars (actually it's ringgit. but tens of thousands of ringgit sounds horrible) down the drain. The flight tickets, the visas, the time spent driving around the embassies, the money spent on coats and whatnot, the excitement of finally being able to go overseas for a breather.. All forfeited. Talk about opportunity cost.
Being the conscientious and morally sound people they are, my parents are going back to visit grandpa. He is close to having heart failure and is swaying precariously on a tightrope. The doctors actually told my uncle to prepare a funeral. Sigh. Rainy days.
According to Dad, the rain is brought here by a hotshot deity called the 9th King on his birthday, which falls precisely on September of the lunar calendar (around 2 days ago). Of course the meteorological centre would say it's the Sumatran monsoon season or something that's causing the downpour, but i think it's more fun to believe dad's story though. Such grandeur! Hmm. Imagine that you can summon lots of rain on your birthday. Fascinating. ;)
Not too much rain, though. It rained really fat cats and dogs yesterday, until the turning leading into my housing area became flooded and i had to take 2 long detours (first detour led me to yet another flooded road) home.
***
My parents are supposed to be departing for their long-anticipated holiday to Europe tomorrow. But my eldest uncle just called from Penang saying that grandpa got hospitalized again, and now has to breathe using an oxygen mask. So i think the trip is cancelled. Dad is extremely disappointed, as he has finally managed to get some time off from work to go have some fun.
It's one of those fucked up dilemmas. Go on the trip and ppl think you're the worst kinda son, abandoning your father who's lying on his deathbed to selfishly enjoy a holiday. Then, on the other hand, if you go back to visit your father to possibly see him for one last time, you end up flushing tens of thousands of dollars (actually it's ringgit. but tens of thousands of ringgit sounds horrible) down the drain. The flight tickets, the visas, the time spent driving around the embassies, the money spent on coats and whatnot, the excitement of finally being able to go overseas for a breather.. All forfeited. Talk about opportunity cost.
Being the conscientious and morally sound people they are, my parents are going back to visit grandpa. He is close to having heart failure and is swaying precariously on a tightrope. The doctors actually told my uncle to prepare a funeral. Sigh. Rainy days.
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