It's become so frustrated when someone lost his key to his house. Home, they said, is a sweet home but alas, what is sweet if he is loitering in his porch thinking when can he be back to his favorite sofa, sitting there, with his pelikat and baju pagoda while drinking kopi tongkat ali ginseng watching late nite news...Ahh, life may be just need a little thrill...
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Actually, I have not lost the key(s) to my house nor have I misplaced them!! It's the same key I've used umpteen times ... but somehow it just won't turn!! Darn!!
I can't even loiter in the porch or watch it from the garden; I can only watch it from outside the locked gates, not knowing what's happening inside. I do wish the repairman would hurry up and find a way to open it. Many treasured moments in there .... and valuable lessons learnt.
Frustration can take its toll on one's patience. If this keeps up and I still can't open it soon, I might as well find another house even if it means letting go of those precious items in it ... but it will take time for it to become a "home".
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