This morning wasn’t like the ordinary mornings I am so used to waking up to. The rain was lashing like crazy outside my window and the cool weather was coaxing me back to sleep. My tummy, which had been empty since 11 pm last night started grumbling hungry so off I went downstairs… Behold what greeted me! A gigantic pool of flood water on the first floor!

I lost count already on how many times I had to literally get down and dirty to clean up a puddle of water since we moved here last year. The adjective “flooded” has been this house’s best description for all those times we had “wet” problems the first few months into moving in. In fact, a couple of my friends had sworn off our place already since they too had to help in clearing out the flood a couple of times when they were unfortunately caught in a watery situation. I don’t have much problem when it gets flooded because most of the stuff I own are beyond the floodwater’s reach. I pity my housemate because her furniture gets all soaked up every time there’s a mini flood at home. Just recently, her speakers got wet when the drainage at the back of our house got clogged and the first floor got flooded a couple of weeks back. We still consider ourselves lucky though our sockets have never been affected despite the numerous floods this apartment had to endure. It was a blessing that our sockets and the Cat5e Keystone jack which gives life to our phone and internet line are at least a foot above floor level.

One of my wishes for this year is to have a “dry” home – as in literally dry. But I know if I wanted that to happen, I need to extra effort to keep that stupid drainage at the back from clogging again.

Liquid sosa anyone?

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