Luckily I have my two brothers Ata and Fadhil, and my sis Aishah to help out. Without them, the cleaning would not have been done. If one were to rely on me alone, I don't think the creaking bones of mine would be able to handle it! ;-)
In fact we were all born in Taiping in the 1960s, went to school there and never heard such thing as bah, banjir, flood or flash flood. As I have said earlier, it rains daily in Taiping. In fact a favourite past time of some Taiping Chinese (more like punters I guess) is to bet on when it will rain ( and not whether it will rain or not!).
The punters would always be looking towards the sky - groups on them. You can't miss them and they are normally located near the market right in the middle of town.
But Taiping is always blessed with good absorbent earth with plenty of forest and fields and of course good river and drainage system that would take all the water to Port Weld aka Kuala Sepetang. But as pointed out my friend Bro Zawi, development in surrounding area, albeit in this sleepy hollow called Taiping, the inevitable has to happen.
And it did that day.
I would call it a 50-year flood!