Yesterday, we played a prank on Su Ying and Mao Ying by planting a walkie-talkie behind the couches and subsequently made ghostly noises that freaked the hell out of them. That’s not the end of our mirth.

Just when you thought you needed a breather by taking a walk out of the hostel this evening, you realized that your neighbours had deliberately taken all your shoes that’s passable for causal wearing away from your doorsteps. They’re thoughtful though, to have left me a pair of running shoes — suggesting that I should start going for a jog.

This is an eptiome of why a resident shouldn’t choose to stay on a level one unit that’s away from the sights of nearby closed circult cameras. Unless I am terrbily wrong of my friends, the thought of going home clad in running shoes can be quite disturbing.