This is proof that i should never be let into the kitchen. I was happily minding my own business, bobbing my head from left to right, humming a joni mitchell tune to myself while frying roti canai on a portable stove for the malaysian stall in international night. i heard popping sounds as i was frying the damn things and i wondered where it came from. since the deejay was playing some bangla tune, my concentration on my joni mitchell tune got thrown off so i decided to ignore the popping sounds and to hum louder instead. halfway into my 17th roti and barely 3 minutes into my song, BOOOOM! the fucking stove exploded right in front of me. i was stunned, temporarily deaf in my right ear. i staggered around for awhile and fell over a chair. there was roti all over the place. marjerin splattered over the walls. oil in the tau foo far. and everyone in the hall was looking at me and the mess.

I swear i shall never sing while cooking again. or maybe i shall never cook again. mhmmm maybe it's just the singing.

*edit*
I suffered no big injuries from the blast but i'm just a little shook up. real lucky though cos there was metal projectiles flying everywhere :p