People are constantly tweeting about how they are locked out of their houses because they forgot to bring their keys.
But that doesn’t concern me now, my lock is a fingerprint sensor.
But I do remember, back in primary school before I moved, I used to get myself locked out a hell lot of times. I know. I get that feeling a lot.
What can you expect from a P3 anyway?
I remember there was this dude called Glenn who lived directly below me, so whenever I got locked out I would go camp at his unit until my parents came back. I remember his mum would ask me, ” You mean you don’t keep a key under the mat or something? ”
Uh, no?
And then his mum would give me pizzas, and once I even played Xbox with him. Getting locked out of house has never felt this great because in fact I was hoping to get locked out more often because I fell in love with his Xbox.
I fell in love with his xbox, not him.
And then every single time after I got locked out, my parents would come home and screw me up.
But that’s okay, I got to play with a Xbox.
Even though I got a shelling, I smiled cheekily.
I was such a game addict since young.
Although now I don’t ever get locked out ever again unless I lose my finger, I’ve always wondered
What would happen if I get locked out again?
I loved how I didn’t care about anything when I was younger.
” I promise I won’t get locked out again, ” I said as I locked myself out again a few days later.
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