Singapore: The tink-tink sound of raindrops crashing into my township house was one of my favorite sounds when I was a kid in the late 1970s. What started out as a sporadic plinks may soon turn into a full-fledged ensemble of a roaring wind, slamming against the ceiling.
Sometimes it would weather so heavily that a soft mist had occasionally sneak in from the cutouts between the ceiling and the walls. Even though it was fantastic for sleeping at night, the metal ceiling was no friend during the day, especially in the heat.
On burning afternoons, our community house became an stove. An old metallic standing lover, which merely circulated warm air, was our only cooling solution at the time.
My cousins and I had neither mind outside, under the color of our enormous rambutan tree, or stay porn on the cement kitchen floor when it was painfully warm.
Everything seems to have happened a life back. Today, people had only switch on the atmosphere- conditioner. If the air-con rural be the first thing we use on hot days, though?