It was the Saturday night, I was sick and inattentive but I don’t remember locking the door to my room when I went to the living room.

It was until I had myself shit in my undie (literally, shamefully speaking), and I had to go back to my room for a fresh pair had I realize my worse nightmare.

For the next three hours, Englye and SST and I were troubling several methods trying to break into my room but to no prevail.

I even searched over YouTube on videos to pick lock (they really post such stuff in the internet it’s amazing!) and after hundreds of time trying, I gave up.

I told BB Alvin about this, and he asked foolish questions like “Do you have a spare key?” (as if I didn’t think of that) or “Can ask your housemate to help you?” (as if I wouldn’t ask).

I was already frustrated so I stormed out at him, and he scolded me for punishing him upon my fault which I admit I was wrong but I couldn’t help it when the emotion ruled over. Anyhow, he was drunk and having too much fun at his outing, so I really shouldn’t blame him.

He later took me in for the night’s stay and I luckily got a locksmith to open my door the next day, with a price of RM40 though. It was worth and not worth it. Not worth it for the part of me being so careless.

So I’ve decided to follow Englye(that b*tch wrote this post two days ago)’s foot path to always place the key at the door knob. (On the contrary, get a spare key!!)

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