Life in Hall 6

And so, I'm being incarcerated in this hell of a place many people call home. I've been kidnapped. But it's nobody's fault since I'm so cute. How does one spend the day sitting on a bed in a tiny room in a hall of residence in a university in a remote part of Singapore? By sitting on the bed. I'm not getting enough fresh air and sun. This is bad. I can't smell myself but I know I'm not going to smell like what Mummy likes when I get redeemed on Sunday.

Mummy has never dared to bring my overseas. She says that custom officers will cut me up to look for drugs. You ought to see me being sniffed, you'll understand. I wish I could expunge all the dust mites in me so that nobody falls sick from too much of me. Yeah.

I'm bored. =(