It was love at first sight. I was on the escalator in Plaza Singapura and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw shiny blobs of molten wax taunting me with their awesomeness. All my life I dreamed of owning a lava lamp. I quickly made my way back up one flight of stairs to the shop and requested an orange lava lamp. The only orange one left was the display model. I didn’t care, I wanted it so badly. It had to be mine.
Please enjoy both the visual amazingness and the truly awesome audio in the background.
For over a year, we lived together happily. Every night I would bask in the warm amber glow and enjoy the beautiful shapes it made for me. We had good times.
It helped me host my 33 birthday party. (You can see it in the reflection next to the blue lamp)
It helped me host my house-warming party when I moved last year. See how it makes the food table so inviting.
We also had some not-so-good times.
There was the time its coil got stuck out of place. It was scary, luckily all was well in the end.
Then things started to get rough. The light bulbs would spontaneously burn out. Often.
The lamp told me what it needed.
I provided.
Still, things weren’t right. Often the bulb would blow after just one use. I tried different plugs. I tried using a dimmer. I did research online. Soon, it stopped working entirely. I took it apart and tried to fix the wiring.
Nothing worked. My lava lamp died. The end.
I will miss you.
International Stage Manager of Mystery 