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Few days ago (it’s Tuesday, I remember…it was a public holiday) I’ve just bought a lesson which’s rather costly.

Ok, the story (a true story) started on Monday nite, when my friend visited me to settle some work. He stayed ’til 4 midnite. We were suppose to go Steven’s Corner in OUG, cuz I reli miss the cheese naan cheese there, but somehow it’s 4am and I’m too tired yet lazy to "travel" that far. Juz simply had a naan in one of the nearby mamak stalls (yuckkkss……).

When I got home, it was 5am and I was "blur blur" (ok i admit i’m old and no longer used to nightlife, anymore). Dropped my belongings on the table (wallet, handphone, keys…) and went to toilet, simply close the door and of course, I won’t lock it. I think I reli need some sleep, so quickly rush out from the toilet and wanted to jump onto my bed. But the moment I approach my room and turned on the doorknob……Guess what? You got it right. Here comes the nightmare……

IT’S LOCKED~~~~~~!!!!!!

How come? I reli dun understand. I’m always very careful with the lock. Each time before I lock the door (when I’m goin’ out), definitely I’ll take out my keys from the pocket and double check, make sure it’s there before lockin’ it. But how come this time I’ll lock the door for no reason? Dun ask me, I wanted to know too…

What to do? The fact is, the door is locked. With my wallet, handphone and keys inside the room, I can do nothing but find a way to get in (without the key). Glimpse at the door sill, some idea struck my mind I can use some hard but flexible object to slip thru the doorframe to get the door open. Bad enough, there’s always a difference between theory and practical. Idea is correct, but somehow juz can’t get it open. Tried with all sort of things, from thick paper to cardboard, and even a chrome chopstick, simply helpless. Most of all, I hardly can find any tools in the house, not even a nail or screw.

When I almost give up, another idea came across my mind again Why not I try lock pickin’? I did read up ’bout how to pick a lock last time, and I have a very clear picture of how the lock works in my mind, very very clear. Argghhh…dang it, where can I find a tool to pick it? The most essential, paper clip. Search thru the whole house, no sign of paper clip and I dun think there’s anythin’ small enough to get thru the keyhole. Well perhaps I’m quite lucky, I really saw a spring on the table. Without a second thought, I immediately grab it, twist and turn to form it into a long shape with its tail tilt up (juz to push the pins within the lock). Happy? Not really. Even though I can push the pin up, but how can I turn the knob open? I need to turn the middle part as the knob is jam. Again search the entire house, and finally I found somethin’ useful. Guess what? A teaspoon~~!! Dun laugh, it might work. Wow…it’s cool, let’s start the lock pickin’ task. Teaspoon on my left hand, turnin’ the knob towards right and my right hand uses the "malformed" spring to start pickin’ on the pins. Haha, I’m a master thief, I’m breakin’ into my own room. Felt so excited. Well…guess what’s the result?

OF COURSE CAN’T GET IT OPEN LA~~~

If I could open the door effortless, then I’ve 2 questions in mind. What’s the lock for in the first place. And what’s the locksmith for in the second place. It really sound stupid that I’m doin’ all these, but if you were me in that situation, you’ll understand how desperate I’m, and I’d juz try anythin’ that’s possible, juz like a drownin’ person would grab anythin’, even a leaf or a floatin’ branch. Wasted one hour, it’s 6am. What to do? Sat on the sofa and try to control my temper (I’ve actually bang and kicked on the door but that part has been censored in this post — Explicit Content ). No one’s gonna help me, so gradually I feel asleep on the sofa. It’s not really comfortable anyway.

Dreamt that I’ve successfully got in my room, but it’s when I woke up. 9 somethin’ in the morning. Lookin’ at the light penetrate thru the glass on my room’s door. I really felt like breakin’ the glass and get the door open. Walked up and down for another hour as I can go nowhere, can’t get into the room or get out of the house either. But thank God that my housemate came back at 10. Without hesistation I ran towards him and begged for help. It’s Hobson’s choice for me.

I’m so grateful that he’s really helpful, fetch me to Plaza Damas (nearby shoppin’ centre) to wait for the locksmith (it’s not open yet, too early), and even treat me breakfast (I got no wallet, how to pay?). He even helped me to call the locksmith.

Finally the locksmith came and I stood there, scrutinized how he actually picks the lock. OMG~! It’s exactly what I did last night, juz that I’m using teaspoon and spring, whilst he’s using the proper lock pickin’ tool. I think it only took him about 3 minutes before gettin’ the door open, quite skillful. How come I can’t get it open while I’m doin’ the same thing? Simple, 3 "No"s — No proper tool, no proper skill and no experience at all! C’mon, guess how much do I have to pay for it? Hartamas, such a high class area……quite reasonable, 50 bucks .

So what’s the lesson of this incident?

• No matter how careful you’re, sometimes "accident" can be unevitable
• 100 times of carefulness are incomparable with one careless mistake
• Always have a backup
• Be a locksmith, able to earn RM50 easily in 3 minutes
• Stay in high class area, so that you can "ketuk" (extort) those rich people

Luckily it was a public holiday, otherwise…otherwise……

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