Yesterday, I had the privilege of helping out at my friend/colleague Ms.Prada's event held at a JC (the rich one located at the west) in the afternoon. Wah lau, I have not stepped into a school for like donkey years liao....felt almost suffocated by all the youthfulness and exuberance there. Geez. Even the teachers seemed to be getting younger (and more good looking!)...I didn't remember having the chance to enjoy such eye candy during MY JC days. So anyway, the event started around 4pm with a talk by the presenter, as well as Ms. Prada's boss, and then we proceeded to have some refreshments, while also mingling and chatting with the students invited to this event. Its interesting that after so many years since I was in JC, most of the students' concerns still remained pretty much the same.

Ok but this is not the main issue here. After the students left around 6pm plus and the only persons left standing at the foyer were Ms. Prada, her colleague, her boss (the only guy...and quite a handsome chap...but married ALREADY) and of course, moi lah. As we were preparing to take our leave too, I thought I had better visit the ladies first lah...cos this JC is quite far away from my home mah...hence I reckon the journey would take at least an hour. When I entered the toilet (alone...the others opted not to go), dunno why lah but I suddenly had this stupid thought in my head "Eh what if the toilet is haunted hah?" I'm really absolutely clueless why I had this idea...cos the toilet was actually quite cheery looking (bright yellow colour!) and extremely airy and comfortable. Maybe its just the fact that I was the only person there, and I think there must have been at least 10-15 cubicles in the toilet. Big Toilet!!

Of course being the scaredy cat, I chose the cubicle nearest to the door (easier to escape if something were to pounce on me mah) and made sure I locked my cubicle door securely before going about whatever I need to do lah. Then hor, the best thing happened after I finished my business and was ready to leave the cubicle lah.









The lock refused to open.



Can you guess what thought was (again) swimming in my head then, as I was frantically trying to pry open the damn plastic latch?



"THIS PLACE IS REALLY HAUNTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP HELP!!!"

I absolutely could not believe my terrible lousy luck leh! Can get sabo by a flimsy latch thingy which isn't even metallic. After playing with the lock for like 1 minute, I was already quite exhausted liao. The latch just doesn't want to budge at all. I had no choice but to call Ms.Prada on her mobile. She was laughing when she entered the toilet....but when even she couldn't kick the door open.....


She got her boss to come in.

WAH LAU DAMN SO PAISEH OK!!!!!! I still cannot believe this actually happened to me.

So Ms.Prada's boss was very nice....he told me to stand as far away as possible from the door, and attempted to again kick it open. But still.....I tell you har...that plastic door is really durable....I think it will stand like that even when there's a typhoon going through the school. The boss even stood on the toilet bowl in the cubicle next to mine to survey the lock situation himself. But nothing helped....at that point of time, I didn't know whether to laugh or get worried.

Aha...so the most crucial question comes up now....how did I manage to get out of that cursed cubicle eventually?? Did I

a) call for help from external sources and wait for the locksmith (it wasn't even a lock for god's sake) to come?
b) climb out myself
c) continue to kick the door till it gives way
d) really wait for typhoon to come

Make a guess. People who know me should be able to select the correct answer one. Haha.