Got in to the office early today, so I’ll share to you about my new neighbours. I stay in a mansion. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not what you think. Small apartments are called mansions here. So I live in a kuci-meow sized litterbox of an apartment.

There’s 6 floors in total,　and I think around 10-12 units per floor. Thus far, I’ve seen 27 young ladies in and out of the mansion wearing miniskirts. Of the 27, I would rate 21 as hot. I think I’m in heaven, not Tokyo.

Well, okay, I lied. Until this morning, I’ve never seen anyone else in this mansion, not at the lobby, not at the lift, not even at the corridors. There are tons of bicycles (and a couple of scooters) in the vicinity though, but no human. I think this place is haunted, or that they’re all hermits (does that mean I’ll turn into one someday?!! *gasp!*). My colleague said that it is normal, even after staying in his place for 2 years, he claimed to have only seen 2-3 neighbours at his block throughout his time there. Gosh!

But this morning I saw a guy waiting for the lift on the same floor as me. That’s somewhat reassuring that this place is not deserted. But I’m still keeping my eyes peeled for young female neighbours in miniskirts! smiley