I had to admit that when I first moved into my current hall of residence, Telford Court, I wasn't very impressed. It wasn't very new, the surroundings weren't exactly awesome, and my room smelled of smoke because the previous occupant was obviously a chain smoker who smoked in his room. Not to mention the same bloody idiot who held my keys, forcing me to spend 2 days in emergency accomodation. But that's all bygones now.
In fact I didn't believe it when Qianqi told me that my hall was the liveliest one, because it looked so dead to me in the day. But my impression of this hall was about to change after I moved in. A week after I moved in, I realised why my hall had this reputation. The people here don't exactly sleep, or function at anytime considered normal. In the day, you don't see anyone, and you'd be forgiven for thinking that its a ghost town. But once it hits 9pm, windows open, music blasts, and everyone starts getting into party mood. The phones start ringing, people start making arrangements, and soon you see everyone dressing up and heading to the bars. It doesn't hurt that all the booze establishments are literally just a staircase and a short walk away.
As for people who don't go to the bars, they will sit at their windowsills with beer in hand and shout at any friends they see within earshot, whether they be downstairs or sitting in the windows of other flats. I find it weird that someone sitting in the kitchen of another flat can look right into my room, so I keep my windows closed. But to the rest of them, they seem to practice window-to-window communication, which is seriously crazy, especially when you realise how many windows there are and how many different conversations there are going on at once in the same space.
A few days back, I was cooking in the kitchen when one of my flatmates Lauren, who is training to be a midwife, came in. We chatted for a bit, then she asked me if I was going to play in the snow. I said no because I was cooking, but apparently there had been a facebook announcement 5 minutes ago inviting every Telford Court resident to go play in the snow. My first thought was "This freaking hall has a facebook site?" The second statement she made was more incredible though. "Oh, yesterday I had a snowfight with the others from 10 to 4". Yes, she meant 10pm to 4am. Like seriously, what the hell. I was damn freaking amazed because even hall people in NTU aren't this hardcore.
But that was nothing. Over the next few days, it became even more insane. I would be sleeping and at 2am I would be awoken by the sound of my flatdoor flying open, followed by my flatmates and 5 or 6 of their drunk friends coming in. And they would be going like "Where's Willy?" In case you're wondering that's what they call me. Then Fiona, who's another of my flatmates and really nice, will be like "Don't shout like that Willy's sleeping! He's got lectures tomorrow!" And the next thing I know is, one of the guys comes to my door and raps it really hard a few times, so hard that it literally feels like he's going to bash the door in, and he laughs after that. I was actually worried for a bit that they'd actually bash the door down and come in because the last thing I want to see after being rudely awakened is 6-7 drunk British guys looking for an Asian to have fun with. Fiona was like "Oh you shouldn't have done that", but the drunk guy, I've no idea who it was, just laughed it off and went into one of the rooms and blasted super loud music, the techno version of "No Air". I could hear every single freaking word through my door, which was pretty incredible considering the room it was coming from was on the other side of the flat, with a kitchen and wall in between.
And just yesterday, there was a party of sorts involving people wearing pink stockings, neon yellow tights and stripey bright coloured clothing running around in the bitter winter weather. On my way back from the convenience store with a beer, I ran into a group of them. They ran up and asked if I could take a picture for all of them, and of course I obliged. After taking two pictures for them, they were really happy. Some of them came up to me, and one of the girls went like "You're so nice!" Another one tried to joke, saying "You're not supposed to bring alcohol back to your hall." At least I think it was a joke, because everyone knows people in Telford Court drink more beer than water. The last one, a guy in pink stockings, came up to me, squeezed me in the ass, and said "Cheers". I can't really say I enjoyed that though. Walking back to my room, I saw another one of these stripey wonders slipping and falling in the snow, obviously drunk. It was a funny sight, not least because there were two girls upstairs trying their best not to laugh while talking to him from their window.
And today, at noon, when I was heading out for lunch, I saw a guy shouting to a girl in one of the windows. Pretty normal, except that he was flirting rather outrageously. He was going like "Hey girl I can see your boobies!" The girl was like "Like hell you see my boobies." After that, the conversation pretty much carried on in that vein, but I shall not print it here. It was crazy. You'd never see or hear something like that in Singapore.
The people who live here do try to accept me as part of the family, and its really a pleasure to talk to them and realise we connect as people, even though we are from extremely different backgrounds. And I really mean super different because I'm the only Asian in the block, possibly even the whole hall because I haven't seen a single Asian face since I've moved in. But sometimes, they still have jokes at my expense, although it is good natured. Like once, when I'd just finished cooking dinner, one of my flatmates, called Dom, was playing Pro Evolution soccer with 6 other friends, so they waved and said "Hi Willy", and invited me to go over for a chat. When I got in they started introducing themselves and offering handshakes, which was pretty nice.
It all went well till they asked me what I was studying. I hate that question, because it never ends well. But as honestly as I could, I told them I studied Mass Communications. Dom gave a funny look, and said "Sounds intelligent". Immediately, the whole room of guys roared with laughter. I laughed along too, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that it really wasn't very funny.
Other times though, they are unfallingly nice. I was in the kitchen again, because that's the common room and hence all communication kind of takes place there. One of the other guys in my flat, Dan, from Dallas, Texas came over and said hi. The nicest part of it all was, after talking, he told me that if I needed anything I shouldn't hesitate to knock on his door and ask since we shared a wall. It was very nice of him, considering 5 minutes before I had no idea he existed other than the fact that he lived in Room 2 and I, in 3.
Telford Court never sleeps before daybreak, and never wakes up before sunset. Its really not the place to stay in if you want to do any serious studying. But I love it here anyway.