So many things have happened since the last entry.
But my incompetent memory fails me.
My life is both weary and happy.
My brain, both dead and airy.
Whatever comes up on my memory...
Is basically what you are going to see...
The Charcoal Fan
Oftentimes, I'd fantasize about beautiful things - nature, sunshine, and birds singing. Almost always in Singapore, the three "beautiful things" I had just described bring to mind icky mosquitoes, wet leaves, big red ants dropping on you, blazing hot sun, and the crows' cry. The "beautiful things" only seemed to happen on TV/Movies or when you are in white-infested countries. I found a place in Singapore, where these beautiful things are beautiful things. Early in the morning, if I have school, I'd take a stroll through the park at NUS (from Central Library to Bizad). Breathing in the cool morning air refreshes my mind and prepares me for a nice cool mood to do my work. I would go to the canteen, get a nice seat and prepare for class. However, this semester, having lost my precious mode of transport, I wasn't able to do that. Last Monday, I got there early and sat down, preparing to do my work. Mysteriously, the fans were off and the weather was rather humid. After sitting there for about half and hour, the blades of the fans started rotating. After a brief glance at the nearest fan, I went back to doing my work. Suddenly, a funny smell crept into my nostrils. It smelt as if something was burning. I looked up. To my astonishment, smoke was billowing from the fan, like one of those oxygen fans. Except that this was thick, black, and foul-smelling. I was half-excited at the thought of a mini-adventure and tale to tell, but half afraid that something bad was going to happen - like an explosion. Suddenly, there was a loud crack! The fan caught fire and there was even more smoke. I grabbed my bag and sprinted to the other side of the canteen where it was safe (actually I walked. I just said sprinted to make it sound more exciting.). The fan sizzled after a while and looked like charcoal after that. It was a miracle I didn't get disfigured. :P
Friday, October 17, 2003
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