The Lighter Side of the Typhoon Season
I was woken up by the roaring storm at 6:30am this morning in Kota Kinabalu, what is a milder version of the same system that brought the colossally damaging typhoon Parma turned Storm Parma (no, not the lovely ham or the place it’s from) that sank 80% of Manila last week. Almost three hours later, the worst of the sky’s weeping seems to be over as the rain is now showing some signs of relenting. However, the pit-a-patter can’t exactly be called a drizzle yet as it is definitely making its presence known.

This morning, I have put on hold a list of to-do items (before heading to Singapore tomorrow) to listen to the real Rhythm of the Falling Rain. Somehow, the hydro-aural therapy has brought about a sense of introspection that must be explored.
Even the dogs across the road have surrendered to its charm. With old-world jazz in the background playing as another layer, I can’t help but be grateful to be alive. As I type this, so many people are displaced in Samoa, Manila and Padang right now as you and I are building better dreams. If you can offer that bit of aid, you can help the recent victims here.
With dogs giving clues and my intuition as a cue, I’m going to breathe in the surplus of fresh oxygen in the air while I take a break from life’s labors to appreciate the simplicity of being. Easy-peasy is the order of the day!
Hello everyone! Apologies for not having been too active on my blog of late. I’ve been colossally busy with work, life and am traveling again in two days.
















