Leith Park Swimming Complex

With the mid-term break ending, I guess I'm more than halfway through my final semester.

While I have been feel increasingly compelled to post more entries to chronicle this supposedly momentous period, my hectic schedule has made it near impossible to even upload some inane comic.

Not surprisingly, the main culprit of my utter lack of time would be my final year project.
Yes, blame it on those umbilical chord cord blood-derived mesenchymal stem cells.
But then again, I'm not about to wax lyrical about the module Chamber Singers II, especially I have a "pop quiz" coming up in a couple of days time.

I'm also not about to start on a skin-related entry.

The LUSH hamper I won is certainly not the crux of this post.

Which kinda reminds me, I've not even blogged about my short 围棋 (Wei Qi or Go) stint at Bishan Community Club!

Ahhh... The splendid lunch at Oosters Belgian Brasserie...

... and the British Queen & Mangosteen Pub.

I've digressed.

Rainy days.
This short and random entry is about the love-hate relationship with rainy days. Like most people, I absolutely abhor braving a thunderstorm outside while squeezing into a sardine-packed public transport.

But hate evolves to love, when I'm at home on a rainy day
The occasional lightning and thunder might be irritating, but snuggling up at the sofa or bed or just sipping a hot cup of chinese tea simply makes my day.

However, less than 48 hours ago, my love affair with rainy days has soured dramatically.

28th February 2009: Home

My precious enclave has finally been breached.

A part of my shelf was utterly destroyed.
The real anguish was when I found out my lifetime-memento of booklets/pamphlets marking the musicals I've watched, the choir performances, my time at Montfort and Victoria and much more had been partially soaked.

Not spared were my cherished collection "political books" including a signed copy of JBJ book!
And I thought the worst was over.

1st March 2009: Home

It rained again.
And this time, it was bloody back with vengeance.

My parents' room was even worse affected than my room.

This looked straight out of the scene of the movie, Dark Water

At one point of time, this was how I felt...

Okay. Maybe not that dramatic and certainly not against the wall.
I was on my fours, scooping up and hoping that I could collect more water than the leakage.

By then, my sister and brother-in-law had just arrived to help contain fast deteriorating situation, while my parents were still happily playing badminton in Yio Chu Kang.

And then, the lights went out.

With the sun receding beyond the horizon, time was clearly running out. More leaks were emerging randomly as I struggle to prevent the master bedroom from turning into a swimming pool.

Wham!

One of the ceiling lights had fallen and a gaping hole began pouring ominously out along the broken wires.

Yup, I never would have imagined, but a beautiful waterfall of yellowish water had spontaneously formed in the middle of the room.

Then it all became a blur of collecting water, empty pail, scoop water, empty pail...
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Almost two hours later, the damage was finally contained.
But the inevitable mess, repair and cleanup has only begun...