There should have been elevators built within Temasek Hall; it could have brought us so much conveniences, and lesser embarrassing moments. Imagine the number of trips you have to make because your room sits on the third level at a secluded corner, which requires you to walk at least five minutes lugging that box of books. Or worse still, because of the lack of these vertically moving transporters, you trip while making a dash up the steps, missing one.

But blame it on the pair of slippers I say, for neither does it match the clothes you wear to the lectures, nor provide you extra comfort as you tread along the walkways to Sheares Hall for a late night supper. The thing is, my pair of slippers suck.

Once, on my virgin attempt at hockey with the girls at the court, I stumbled and hit my right incisor while giving a shot for the goal post. The second slip happened just last night. I was en route to Cherlyn’s room to keep a cup of bubble tea chilled in her fridge when I missed a step. There was a rescue attempt at the bubble tea, but I finally called it off when the drink was beyond human consumption.

I need a pair of slippers, or the hall can install elevators for the betterment of its facilities.