♫ Listen to the rhythm of the birdshits dropping ♫ 
A turn of events has taken place on the accommodation front.  I have been moved from my lovely spacious room at the Residence, to a small little grot hole called the Bungalows, across the Academy.

Okay, so maybe the word "grot" doesn't really exist.  But it sounds disgusting enough to get my point cross.

It is a big step moving from a lovely Residencia room with floor to ceiling cupboards (and almost windows), to a small little "studio" apartment with hardly enough room for a bed and a cupboard..  Don't get fooled with the studio description--yes I might have a kitchenette, toilet and bathroom, but the stove doesn't work, the sink is leaking, and the floors creak at every step.  It's really a container elevated above ground on metal stilts, a-la Spanish kampung style.

What makes the Bungalows bad is the size, the cao4 seng1 (stale and putrid) smell, and the fact that the exterior of a good half of the "house", is covered in generous smatterings of birdshit.  Yes, generous dollops of guano my friends.

So fresh, that when I first opened my room's window, shit sat on my sill, waiting to sing "hello!" to the chorus of bird feathers flying in.  Mmmmmmm... Love it.  I'm looking forward to nitrogenous-waste-induced hallucinations alright.

P.S.  Would post pictures, but realised I forgot my SD Card reader :(  Need to find one before I can post more!