Fire! Fire!

So here’s what happened. After an eventful day in Brisbane, we arrived back at Surfers Paradise almost close to midnight. While my apartment mate Datuk Azman had already gone up, Nades, Raj and I were lepaking a bit at the parking lot at the back of the building, when these four guys came running towards us.

It became even more interesting when we heard sirens blaring in the background. “What’s going on, man?” Raj asked the dudes.
“The building’s on fire!” said dudes.
“Which building?”
“This building!”

Yes, our apartment was on fire! “The 9th floor is burning!” they added. My apartment was on the 10th floor. Then came the most dramatic part; Raj was running around and screaming: “Call Datuk Azman, the building’s on fire! Call Datuk Azman, the building’s on fire!”

Thing was my hp battery had died. Bummer. But Raj managed to call the Datuk as we made our way to the front. We could see black smoke coming out of one of the apartments on the 9th floor. By then too, five fire engines were already parked there while the police had already cordoned off the road. Yes, very efficient one, these Aussies…
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Anyway, more curious onlookers had gathered in front of the building while the other residents who had just returned were all going “holy shit, this can’t be happening!”

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Well, it did. And we were kept out of the building for quite a bit, freezing in the cold winter night. Although some managed to see the humour in it…
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The dudes who had called the bomba were shouting: “we saved the building, we saved the building!” to everyone who cared to listen and finally got they just reward when they were interviewed by a local TV crew.
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A short circuit had caused the incident, and the kitchen of that apartment on the 9th floor was completely destroyed. But thanks to the good work of the Gold Coast fire brigade, the “fire” was confined to just mere smoke. And oh yeah, thanks to those dudes as well – you guys rock lah…