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Taman Sri Muda Floods 1993
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I was 16 when it happened. And of all days, the flood took place on Christmas. I lost my Christmas spirit that day, though I no longer stayed in Sri Muda (moved out in early 1993). My heart went out to the families who couldn’t celebrate Christmas.
Myself, and my good friend back then, Antoni, decided to forgo our X’mas celebrations, by visiting our friends in Sri Muda. I remember parking our car just before the bridge towards Sri Muda, where the river overflowed its banks.
The flood level was slightly above knee-length. The water was terribly muddy, and the stench was unbearable. We wadded around, giving assistance to whoever needed it. I remember injuring my foot on some broken glass, but it’s nothing compared through the predicament that the residents were going through. Because of that, we kept a lookout for a stick to help us wad through the flood.
Antoni saw a stick-like object a few metres away and went to take it, but, he reversed back in a slight state of panic, and I realised that stick was actually a swimming cobra. So we waited for a while for it to disappear and then we continued our journey.
My heart was extremely heavy that day, clouded with sadness to see the lives of the people of Sri Muda ruined by the floods. We spent a good couple of hours there, and on our way back to the car, we saw 2 dunguloids with jetskis AND lifevests doing stunts and whatnot. Buggers seem to be oblivious to their surroundings. It was a funny yet angry sight.
This is my one and only experience of floods. I can’t help but to imagine what the people of Johor went through. As bad as it may seem, we should always be grateful with what we still have, our heartbeats. Remember, to always be grateful with what you have. Always.
I stayed in Sri Muda for 5 years, and thank god nothing happen. But because of the flood back then, I used to panic everytime it rained heavily. I still remember when I ran downs stair to check on my car, in case it flooded.
Hopefully, such tragic even will not repeat.
Robert Well, tragically, the event has repeated itself, in the form of Johor. We humans are to blamed for the change of weather patterns. This needs to be seriously looked at, first with US, joining the Kyoto protocol.
My aunty’s house in sri muda was hit by the flood in 93. I remember helping them clean their house after the flood subsided. They had to move all their stuff to the third floor. They celebrated Christmas and New Year over at our house that year.
The weirdest thing…just had a nightmare last night bout my house getting flooded!
We always think that things like this will never happen to us, but with everything happening, especially in Johor, u just never know right? Already thought of a few contingency plans in case this happens…although pray it never does!
Mo Yes, I know your aunty and her entire family. Small world huh? I shall always remember uncle George Michael (no, not the gay singer) for playing the role of my “dad” in a church play that brought us to quite a number of big churches in the Klang Valley.
sabrina Always good to be prepared, but not overly prepared til one forgoes the process of stopping to smell the roses.
Yes. Be grateful.
haha, where were u staying la? and Robert how bout you?
i was staying at Jalan 25/4, just behind the main road, across the river is the Indian Temple … the monsoon drain which lead out to the smaller river is just beside my house … eh not christmas la, christmas eve la …
so u moved out in 93, lucky you … haha my family moved out right after i finish PMR, that would be in late 1996…
sad shit, my family and a whole lot of others lost almost everything in the flood …
earl-ku If my memory serves me right, I think it was Jalan 25/28B. The Valencia apartments, near the first roundabout. Wasn’t it X’mas day, I mean, it flooded the night before? What you’re doing to help the Johoreans is extremely noble man. Kudos to you!
so u are staying at the apartments there? lol … used to lepak at the basketball court there … now the apartments there, look dilapidated … during the first flood, me and my mom was cramped there at this one block, my mom’s friend la, there was like 4 families cramped in there – surviving on bread for 2 days … coincidentally a 7-11 bread truck was stranded there, people took trays of bread and started passing them out …
my place is the terrace house near the second roundabout … was there last year i think, went there to look for some friends, so i decided to take a drive around the whole place, bring back a lot of memories man …
earl-ku Yup, the apartments, just me, my brother and mom. And I agree, the place now looks decayed. I kinda know where your place is.