"Eee... Eee... Eee...!"

Just went to Bedok Reservoir Park’s Forest Adventure on Saturday. Had a great time climbing the trees and playing the flying foxes across sections of the reservoir. No matter how much I struggle to face forward during the flying fox, I would crash into the sand backwards. Got so much sand in my butt I could hardly walk.

Bedok Reservoir Park, speaking of which, many years ago, around 1990, I was cycling around the reservoir and listening to my walkman.

I recall taking around 50 minutes to cycle around the whole reservoir’s gravel track.

Back in those days, the mp3 player was totally not in existence yet.

I was listening to Mannheim Steamroller’s Fresh Aire 7. Recorded onto a That’s cassette tape from a friend’s CD. This friend of mine, Hak Sim, introduced me to all the new age music that I know and listen to.

As I was cycling and listening to the tracks halfway. I heard a loud and screechy “Eee… eee… eee…!”

I almost jumped out of my skin and fell off my Mongoose mountain bike.

After listening to the cassette tape carefully, I realised the high-pitched eerie sounds actually came from the cassette tape because it was faulty. The sounds did not come from the park.