okay. i wanted to show you guys a photo of timothy during secondary school days but (a) i dunno how to upload and (b) he’ll kill me. so i decided to tell you a very very memorable thing that happened during cckss days.
both of us were in NPCC. as most of you guys know. once you reach sec 3, the cca room is like your haven. everyday after school, a few of our friends and us will gather in the room to just chill. we’d do lotsa silly stuff together. one of them was wasting methylated spirit by pouring a little on the floor, striking a matchstick and watching the flames burn up. its quite a beauty when the lights are out.
one fine sunny afternoon, the room was just me, tim and another guy. tim was bored of playing with fire, but i wasnt. so he was sitting at the sofa watching me play half a bottle of methylated spirit away. so there i was.. striking matchstick after matchstick. watching the beauty of God. suddenly. i felt pain in my left arm ( i was holding a bottle of spirit on my left arm.)i turned around and went blank. my left arm was on fire! what happened next was disastrous. i dropped the bottle of spirit. it was half filled. the bottle shattered on the ground and 1/4 of the room’s floor was BURNING! i looked at tim, he looked back, we looked at the other guy.. and we started to friggin panic! we tried stomping the ground to put it out. nth happened. we wanted to use water and put it out but didnt because the fired was burning on spirit and if the spirit dissolved into the water, it’d be worse. we found the room’s carpet and started slapping it. as we were slapping it, the room was filled with…
“quickly quickly! move the twines away!”
“take away the paper”
finally, the fire was put out.
we quickly cleared the evidence.. threw away the shattered bottle. and covered to burnt area of the carpet ( it was horribly damaged, so we just flipped it the other side). then we stepped out of the room. sat in the canteen. there was silence. absolute silence. then three of us looked at each other. and started laughing our hearts out.
we could have almost died!
therefore moral of the story. don’t play with fire. if you do, play it with your best friend. at least you’ll die laughing.