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The most enjoyable part of the trip is … having room mates.

Contrary to the usual quietness of my own room at home, sharing a room with D and G meant that the room was filled with a myriad of various noises comprising loud music, the occasional exclamation and squealing and of course – lots of conversation. (Which I really missed ever since I got home.)

Unfortunately, there is one minor downside of having both genders living in the same room.

If you guys have been following my Twitter updates while I was away in Australia, you may have remembered one particular post:

The only guy’s complaining about us girls hanging washed undies around the room. We girls call it ‘The United Nations’. (7:13 PM May 22nd from txt.)

Well, if you hadn’t guessed correctly, it is …

… hanging washed underwear out to dry.

The following comic strip (hastily drawn in the dead of the night at 2.00 A.M. – albeit one of my best works yet) sums up all our troubles.

(Click for the enlarged version.)

Basically, we were highly restricted in where we could hang our … err … dirty laundry, despite the vastness of the house. However, overlooking all the trouble we had to go through just to dry our … err … undergarments, the whole situation was actually pretty hilarious.

P/S: Pardon the sudden influx of toilet humour in my recent entries! Heh.