Stuck

There is nothing for me to blog recently. My life is just so routine! Routine! & Routine! Don’t ask me how routine it is; eat, work and sleep basically.

Nonetheless, on my way back home today… I was taking the elevator back to my apartment as usual. Ding! The lift door slided open and I stepped into the lift. Pressing 2nd floor button where apartment is located, the door shut subsequently. Longing to rest at home soon however, the lift didn't seem to elevate. I pressed the lift button several times again to ensure it had got the signal to move up. It still didn't seem to response. I was starting to be nervous. Okay, fine! I tried to press the "door open" button thinking to scale the stair instead. It didn't response either. Heck, I'm stuck in the lift! I tried, and tried, and soon I'm convinced that I'm trapped and had no way out. Without thinking much, I pressed the emergency alert button, yearning frantically that a hero would come to my rescue.

It was so scary. I waited for about 25 minutes being imprisoned in the small lift! All of a sudden, the 25mins just seemed like years. Being alone, I have nothing to do in there. The air was getting thin and was even difficult to breathe at times. Furthermore, it was very warm too ironically since it's autumn now! I've never experienced such warmth since I came to Ireland. Worst of all, the nightmare was I wanna pee pee!

I was still waiting for my hero (the lift technician) to come. You know when you're alone being confined in a small space, you would start to imagine and visualise things that would not normally come across your mind-ghost & spirit!. Oh god, pictures like a pale-looking lady with long straight hair standing right beside you, and a pretty young lady looking straight to your eyes from the ceiling when you look up started to flash through my mind. It's like a reminiscence to the horror movie, The Eye. I hate my friend who told me the scenes of the movie. I didn't watch the movie, I never want to watch any ghost movie. Because I know that I would start to recall and replay the horror scenes in my mind for a long while. I was getting frustrated and really appalled. Horrified, I was staring front and back, left and right, up and down, checking that no "one" was looking at me. I was not trying looking for ghost ok! I was really petrified at that time.

I was trying to occupy my time. I tried to send a message to my hubby, even though I knew there is no network coverage in the lift… haha =D

After a long 25mins later, to my relief, I heard someone shouting, “Are you stuck in there?” across the door. Oh great, there he was, my hero finally arrived! When the lift door was slided open, there was an angel standing in front of you stretching wide open her helping hands to your rescue. Dream on! Unfortunately that's not the case. The hero whom I'd been waiting is an Irish old man, even slightly bold -_-"

Whilst helping me out, the Irish asked me, “Oh, are you ok? You are lucky! I’m just nearby the area.”

Me: -_-"

Excuse me??? Lucky??? Did I hear you right, Mr old man? You consider an incident of this lucky? I absolutely do not think so dude! If I’m lucky, I won’t be stuck in there, for a good 25mins!

Moving forward from there, now I’m pondering whether should I trust the elevator anymore and use it daily? Or should I painstakingly climb the stair to 2nd floor? ;p The elevator would be a white elephant if the residents at 2nd floor are not utilising it, because there is only ground floor, first floor and second floor is the highest. Hahaha!