Imagine you are being punked..............
You arrive at your supposedly 'very comfortable RM400 a semester' hostel with all smiles.
You walk in carrying your big 'bantal busuk' thinking that you are going to end your six-year course with much pleasure.
Yes, isn't final year supposed to be the year to remember?
Then you realize something is not right..
Why are you walking into a rundown, dusty, three-bedroom space (no, I wouldn't call it a house) and not into the rooms that you have pictured earlier in your mind while driving for about 3hours?
This is the moment I wish Ashton will just come out from his hiding..
But as fate bestowed you a series of misfortune (it all began when you decided that teaching English will be your cherished profesion), you soon discover that for the next six months of your life, you will be living in a cramped flat with another 16 people whom you might and might not like.
And guess what?
You won't be provided with any locker/closet/cupboard whatsoever...
All you have is your bed and bed only.
At this time, even Ashton will not be able to cheer you up then when he finally decided to come out and surprises you..
......Suddenly I feel 'pink' is not right to justify the wrath within me now......