Api? Api!
Have just been rudely awakened. By the fire alarm. For the second time in two days. My dreams of late have always ended the same way..
I'm just about to get into my new M3/RX-8, and then it comes..
I'm just about to undress Nicole Kidman, and then her nipples start to sing..
eee-oorr! eee-oorr! eee-oorr!
Fucking loud too, balls.
The building's fire alarm system is linked, meaning as long as any one alarm is tripped, the whole building erupts in song (almost Chidori like). And hell, I mean erupt. There are sirens in every apartment, every hallway, everywhere.
In all my 21 years, no fire alarm has gone off besides when I'm in Dublin. That might well be due to the fact that smoke detectors and shite like that can hardly be found in Malaysia, but I'd like to think that we're not a bunch of stupid ang mohs tripping fire alarms in our free time.
Sidetrack.. The only time an alarm has gone off back home was during the Indonesian quake of '93. Tremors were felt as far away as Penang. I vividly recall it interfering with my daily shit before school, and it ending with my mom grabbing me off the toilet and whisking me down the stairs in a Bart Simpson t-shirt. Only a Bart Simpson t-shirt.
Do the Bartman.
If I remember correcly, there's been four fire scares since I moved here in September 2004. The first two were false alarms, caused by a certain someone someone (come on girl.. jangan blur! masak kena tutup api!). So. When the sirens came on yesterday, I automatically called her to see what she had burnt this time.
Another ten minutes passed. The ringing kept on insisting.
Curious, I threw on some clothes and went out into the hallway for a look.
Smoke in the hallway. A weird smell was in the air, a smell that brought me back to my Chemistry lab days.
It was then that I started to freak. Just a little, but still.
***
Fucking hell, I don't believe it. The alarm just went off as I'm posting. Will continue.
I'm just about to get into my new M3/RX-8, and then it comes..
I'm just about to undress Nicole Kidman, and then her nipples start to sing..
eee-oorr! eee-oorr! eee-oorr!
Fucking loud too, balls.
The building's fire alarm system is linked, meaning as long as any one alarm is tripped, the whole building erupts in song (almost Chidori like). And hell, I mean erupt. There are sirens in every apartment, every hallway, everywhere.
In all my 21 years, no fire alarm has gone off besides when I'm in Dublin. That might well be due to the fact that smoke detectors and shite like that can hardly be found in Malaysia, but I'd like to think that we're not a bunch of stupid ang mohs tripping fire alarms in our free time.
Sidetrack.. The only time an alarm has gone off back home was during the Indonesian quake of '93. Tremors were felt as far away as Penang. I vividly recall it interfering with my daily shit before school, and it ending with my mom grabbing me off the toilet and whisking me down the stairs in a Bart Simpson t-shirt. Only a Bart Simpson t-shirt.
Do the Bartman.
If I remember correcly, there's been four fire scares since I moved here in September 2004. The first two were false alarms, caused by a certain someone someone (come on girl.. jangan blur! masak kena tutup api!). So. When the sirens came on yesterday, I automatically called her to see what she had burnt this time.
"Hoi.."So I went back to bed.
"It's not me this time, honest!"
"Sure not?"
"Yeah. You better come down, almost everyone is out here. There's a weird smell in the air."
"Okay. Please call me if you see actual flames."
Another ten minutes passed. The ringing kept on insisting.
Curious, I threw on some clothes and went out into the hallway for a look.
Smoke in the hallway. A weird smell was in the air, a smell that brought me back to my Chemistry lab days.
It was then that I started to freak. Just a little, but still.
***
Fucking hell, I don't believe it. The alarm just went off as I'm posting. Will continue.
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Monday, April 25, 2005.
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