I wanted to sleep, and was on the verge thereof. Closed my eyes even. A split-second later, complete silence. No air-con, no PC fan hum. I cursed the electrician and his newly installed power switchboard, then looked out the window and realised, ok, the whole neigbourhood’s a little dark. Nair mind, Teo Chee Hean’s my neighbour. Power sure come back one. Defence Minister leh.
Several SMS exchanges later, it dawns on me that this is something big. My farder the conspiracy theorist said, ‘I think sabotage you know?!’; My mum, sis and bro-in-law, who between them have twenty seven torchlights, turn them all on. My nephew screams for the whole family to muster round his bed. My brother reports via sms that all is still well in Chinatown, and that the official explanation of a gas disruption to the power station is complete BS.
The power’s just come back on, and after two hours of being lost in the unpowered wilderness, I quickly turn on my computer, hoping to log on. I can’t. I write this on my trusty offline blogging tool.
Two hours of a power failure and my whole life turns upside down.
I’ve taken the very desperate measure of taking out my phone’s SIM card and putting it into the Nokia D11 wifi/gprs/gsm combo thingie and stuck it into my computer just so I can get online and figure out what the hell’s wrong with my internet connection through SCV Maxonline. Fuck!