Here’s another Liverpool photo that triggered my memories…
It is a photo of two firetrucks outside our accommodation. Firetrucks are also called bomba trucks in Malaysia, because bomba means the fire rescue department in Malay.
Why were those trucks here? Because of us bloody Malaysian Chinese with our extremely wonderful cooking skills.
If you have watched the Brits and Europeans cook (like Jamie Oliver), you know they mostly use the oven. Even when they use the stove, it is mostly for sauteing. Simply put, their cooking methods do not produce a lot of smoke. Whereas for us, the bloody Malaysian Chinese, our Standard Operating Procedure when it comes to cooking is to heat some oil in the wok/pan until extremely high heat, and then throw a bunch of stuff in and SHOOSSSSHHHHH and watch the…. yeah, smoke, lots of smoke rise.
The apartments in our accommodation all come with built in smoke detectors. Now the one in the kitchen is pretty robust and can accept lots of smoke. The thing is, us morons love to open the kitchen door when we cook for ventilation purposes. So the smoke escaped to the rest of the apartment and triggered the smoke detector in the walkway.
When that happens, the firetrucks will show up in a matter of minutes. Except instead of dealing with emergency and raging fire, they had to deal with sheepish looking Asian students.
I’m pretty sure my apartment has never been one of the culprits for such instances, but there were more than 100 apartments filled with us. And this wasn’t the only incident throughout our stay. In the three and a half months we were there, I think I saw the firetrucks come at least 5 times. The hot hunks firemen were understandably extremely upset. Between some of us guys, we speculated that it must have been the girls who intentionally set off the fire alarm frequently so that they can ogle on the lean biceps of those firemen..
Anyway, I was glad that these firemen did not behave like the village folks in that famous Aesop’s fable [The Boy Who Cried Wolf]. I mean, there have been a big bunch of students like us staying in Liverpool every summer. I’m sure we were not the only troublemaking bunch. I’m pretty sure our seniors have also had their fair share of accidentally summoning the firemen over incidents. Over the years, who knows how many times they have had to deal with false alarms courtesy of Malaysian morons. Yet, not once have they ever shrugged off a fire alarm triggered from our accommodation. Every time, they will still show up in doubly quick time.
I really respect their dedication and professionalism…
And if any of you reading are TARCian juniors who will be going to the UK next year or in the future, please please please, for the love of God, CLOSE THAT DAMN KITCHEN DOOR WHEN YOU ARE COOKING!