I’m back from an invigorating jog up and down 5 flights of stairs.Yes, bladdy shit, the fire alarm went off again.

Buffoons! Imbeciles!

You dahlah know the fire alarm at Ham (where I stay la) is freaking sensitive that even if you breathe on it it will go off!!!

What on earth possessed you to use the toaster/microwave to cook at 2 o’ clock in the morning? Hunger, you say? Hungry a bit can die wan ar? (Actually yes, but that’s besides the point). I’m also hungry what! And you don’t see me setting off fire alarms at 2am.

So off we went, stumbling down the stairs to go outside in the cold to wait for it to be safe again to reenter the blazing building.

Actually me and Angela were in a pretty good mood cos our sleep hadn’t been interrupted by ringing bells. It figures that at 2am we would be the only ones wide awake, and be the only two sleepy grumpy faces in the crowd when the alarm happens to go off at 12pm.

There was an unluckier sap who happened to be in the shower when the alarm rang. She had to stand outside wearing a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped around her head.

Audrey: “Eh look at that one, even more poor thing, halfway bathing have to come out and socialise.”

Angela: “Haha eh she’s my best friend!” (points to towel wrapped turban-like around her head)
(Let me explain that Angela likes to tie her towel around her head after washing her hair and she looks exactly like she’s wearing a tudung, no offense to Muslims)

I tried to explain to her that there was a difference between a tudung and a turban that Sikhs wear.

Angela: “Haha yeah I know what you’re talking about…Those people put the thing around their heads and keep a snake in there wan right?”

But she didn’t get it.