Hello everyone...
I believe this is the first time I'm 'blogging'...

Anyway, here's a big shoutout to all ex-6Trustees!
And before I proceed with my main story, may I request that you post in decent English! =p
Haha, yes I think I may NAG in here too...

Now the main story.
Yes I was TRAPPED IN A LIFT this week, for like twenty minutes!
There I was, on my way home after a super-tiring day and I took the lift up to my 8th storey 'condo' when all of a sudden the lift stopped just as it lifted itself the tiniest bit off the 1st storey.
I was like 'woah'... What the hell is this?
There were no lights on the panel above the lift door which shows the oncoming floors.
Luckily the lights and ventilation didn't go off.
I tried pressing the down and up buttons, and the different floor numbers buttons and the emergency button, but nothing worked.
Luckily my handphone, which was already on very low batt, had just enough power for me to call the emergency hotline...

Me: Hello...Err...I am trapped in a lift...
Lady: May I know the address sir?
Me: It's Blk 23, Marsiling Drive...And the lift is Lift C...
(brief pause)
Me: How long can you send someone over?
Lady: The rescue team will be there in 25 minutes...
Me (alarmed): 25 minutes! Err.... I'M TRAPPED IN A LIFT... Can't you reach earlier?
Lady: I understand sir. Our rescue team will get there as soon as possible.
(click)

And from then on, I was on my own. Oh yeah did I mention there was no one else in the lift.
Maybe it was a good thing I wasn't trapped with a talkative lady, a naggy grandmother, a half-drunken dude or a lecherous old man. Ha ha.
So I stared at the lift walls, the broken light panels, the clean grafitti-free walls, and the window panel....
Oh yeah I didn't mention there is this small window panel on the lift door... All I could see was a dark wall...It was a little unnerving looking at that window.
In the meantime, I pressed some buttons, but avoided the emergency buttons - like for what? and it felt quite funny to press them since I already called the rescue team.

Then I heard some people banging on the first floor lift door and some 'thud' sounds.
And then the lift started to inch very slowly upwards.
It was as though someone was pulling the cables up.
Finally I could see lights again through window panel and that the lift had reached the 6th floor landing... (this old block lift only stops on 3 floors - 1, 6 and 11)
I was eager to get off the lift...
But the lift didn't stop 'properly' - the lift floor is lower than the lift landing floor!
So when the rescue 'team' arrived - an old thin balding man - he pulled the door open and helped me climb up out of the lift.
I felt sooo relieved.
I said my thanks - he said thanks too, maybe because I was cool and composed and didn't nag at him for the broken lift, lol - and stayed around very briefly to see what he was doing.

Well, that was my first, and hopefully my last =p

Resident blogger Dino Bravo signing out