Y'arite?
Ok. As I have promised my Dear Faithful Readers, I will bring them on a pictoral tour of my residence





From the lift to my room. The exposed cement and bricks adds a, erm, retro feel to the whole corridor doesn't it?



And so the doors have opened. WELCOME to this humble dwelling of mine.



The very first object my eyes saw upon entering the door. It now comes complete with some cheesy vjc orientation t-shirt.



The sink and mirror. A HUGE eyesore when I first entered my room, but I'm beginning to appreciate it's value. At least I don't have to walk to the nearby toilet just to brush my teeth. Sweet.



The table where working and socialising can go on at the same time, and rather smoothly at that.



The window sill. I think that the curtains they provided do help to liven up the mood of the room a little, bright colours and all.



The nice wooden shelf above my bed. The big monstrosity of a box at the bottom shelf is a mini (how ironic) first-aid kit.



Where the day ends - for those two blokes lying over there and for myself. Oh by the way, their names are Patches and Gibbs. They were a present from my mother.



That's one of the shared washrooms. The one nearest to my room, where I ususally take a piss / crap. Obviously when no one else is using it.



The kitchentte which has a BLOODY STOVE! And they told us that no COOKING is allowed. Marvellous. I'm so gonna cook something that's bloody better than what the dining hall serves (not that the dining hall's cuisine is very bad, but still...)

That shall be all the photos for now. I shall post more photos soon, including one or two of my archnemesis, the washing machine.

Seriously speaking, we're on better terms now. Though he still eats my cash, at least he cleans my clothes well (after I trashed him s***less and made him my servant hahahaha).

So lectures have officially started. For now, everything seems manageable. I wonder when crunch time will come. Oh and last night, there was this party on board a boat sailing through the thames. Specially organised by the UCL Singsoc for Freshers in London. It was indeed a fun-filled experience. Sadly, I didn't bring my camera with me. No worries, I'll get the photographs from other friends who did.

That's all for now, stay tuned for more stuff.

Cheers. Mate.