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The Flood Season We Stopped Being Surprised By

The Flood Season We Stopped Being Surprised By

Every year around December, the same roads flood, and every year we act like we didn't see it coming.

The same roads. The same low-lying neighbourhoods in Klang, in Pahang, in Kelantan. The same photos, recognisable by the particular angle of the road sign still visible above the waterline. The same aerial shots from news helicopters. The same families on rooftops, the same rubber dinghies, the same soldiers and volunteers loading rice and mineral water into trucks. The same recovery, and then the same dry season, and then the same rain.

What's changed over the years is not the flooding. It's the response to it. Somewhere between the floods of twenty years ago and now, a collective decision was made, not formally, not announced, to absorb this into the category of things that happen, rather than things we're outraged by.

A report released a couple of years ago found that Malaysia's flood losses average in the billions of ringgit annually when property damage, emergency response, and economic disruption are counted together. These numbers are not small. But they've become background numbers, present in annual reports, cited by engineers, not quite breaking through to sustained public conversation.

The normalisation has a logic to it. Outrage is exhausting. Sustained outrage about something that recurs annually without resolution becomes, eventually, too heavy to maintain. So it settles into acceptance, which looks from the outside like indifference but is really more like the coping mechanism of people who have been through this enough times to know how it ends.

Something worth sitting with is how unevenly the burden falls. Flooding affects the same communities repeatedly, the ones that were built on flood plains because land there was affordable, or the ones that were always there before the drainage systems upstream were changed by development elsewhere. The family in the gated development on higher ground watches the flood news. The family in the terrace house by the monsoon drain packs their things again.

This is not a disaster that picks randomly. It follows geography, and geography in Malaysia follows money with considerable consistency.

The response is also where things break down. Emergency relief is mobilised and it genuinely helps. Malaysians are remarkable at turning up in a crisis, volunteers from nowhere, donations in hours. This is a real and admirable thing. But emergency response is not the same as prevention. It addresses the immediate. It doesn't change the outcome next December.

There are people who've been displaced by the same flood three times. Who've replaced the same furniture twice. Who've learned to keep their important documents in plastic folders above a certain height on the shelf, because experience.

The sandbags are already purchased. The list of emergency numbers is still saved from last year. The community WhatsApp group is already discussing which route stays passable longest.

We've become very good at flooding. That's what's hard to stop thinking about.