Speechless. Devoid of words. Mum. Thoughtless. Joyful. Frustrated.

The body becomes the greatest prosecutor and defendor in music.

Take it as it is.

Locked out for a moment

"야...왜그래 나는???" was the feeling I had when the door knob failed to yield.

The level of sucking increases when you have an egg mask on your face. -_- Blinking helplessly with an immobile face, I postulated several alternatives: a) Camp outside my room; b) Call locksmith; c) Ask Roomie

Roomie it was. After major executive decision-making, I decided to sacrifice my 10-minute mask. It would go off in 5...

Me: *peering under the door for light of each door* *knock knock on Abishek's door*
Abe: Hey
Me: Abe...I locked myself out of my room!! Abe, what do I do??
Abe: Umm....*Rummages for hammer*

Abe rocks! I had apparently gone to the right roomie. He had unlocked that door twice before. Both times involved the weapon of choice - the hammer. In this instance though, he managed to pry and jiggle. It's the skills, baby!

Thanks also to the Man Upstairs! A quick prayer to help, guided footsteps and a little bit of hope go a long way too!