Curiosity killed the cat... almost, well, that's the case for three curious and inquisitive lads checking out the new classrooms and studios located on the 8th floor of TCPJ. Those "lucky" three were Leon, Jun Keat and me, who were unaware of the chain of events that will haunt them for days to come. After spending a few moments chatting in one of the newly-partitioned rooms, we discovered that all the exits have been locked. Adrenaline made us circle around the place looking for any means of escape. Kicking and banging the doors proved pointless and we were faced with the prospect of spending the weekend with a green vending machine dispensing Nescafes and a silvery water-cooler. Funny ideas on how to get the hell out of there came out of us, which includes jumping out of the windows, if we're that desperate.

Fortunately, our panic-driven hands discovered a key that'll unlock a fire-escape, but it is encased in a glass and plastic cover. Thanks to the wonderfully long and hard car keys made by Proton (which usually allow us to illegally enter the studios), we managed to pry the front cover off, it was a blessing from the heavens. Interestingly, one of us decided to go find the guard and unlock the doors while the other two stayed behind, dont know why we did that but Jun Keat went off to look for the guard. Few minutes passed by until Jun Keat brought an unfamiliar guard for help. Surprised, Leon and me hurriedly lock the fire-escape that we managed to open and place the key back at its original place and act like helpless trapped babies stuck in a playpen. But the guard did not have the keys to open them, so he have to go search for the "chief" guard to get the keys. After a short wait, we were greeted by a face that had kept TCPJ safe for the past 6 months. It turns out that the "chief" were none other than the respectable Nava. Surprised to see us trapped behind those small windows , he laughed at our misfortune and gladly opened the door. And instead of scolding us like some primary school teacher, he adviced us to inform them if we want to look around and told us to forget about it. We then went our separate ways soon after that. Thank God.... For once I thought that Proton had done a good job in producing Malaysian-made products. But that's it, nothing more Proton, no more credits for you..

Scary but hillarious....