12:40am. Noises woke me from the headache-induced sleep I slugged into less than 2 hours before. My eyes fluttered open to see two vaguely familiar faces who turned out to be a female porter and a supervisor. "Your ID cards", was about the only thing I heard them say. I was too tired to frown. I just waved the laminated paper at them before gladly returning to my estranged slumber.
Another series of noise woke me up again at about past2am. It is indeed a long night! I mused, annoyed. My roomies were wide awake and I was hearing cat-calls and scowls. I was confused and enquired what happened from them. Curiosity got the better of me and I donned my imaginary press gear and trailed the sounds. My findings revealed that the noise was from a mob of angry Queens who refuted the unannounced room-search at that indiscriminate hour of the night. The last straw that broke the camel's back was the incident which involved a male porter barging into an unwary and unclad Queen's room. It was reported that the man was trying to justify his action.
The "search" was outrageous as it was said that some locked rooms were opened with spare keys, all in the name of nabbing squatters. It was indeed intrusion of privacy, trust Queens to speak against that, hence an emergency Congress was a called as the day broke.
The funniest thing about all this is that, no squatter was caught at the end of the raiding. Better luck next time, guys!
As much as it is appreciated that the hall management was trying to protect its occupants' interest, breach of privacy is not worth being sacrificed. They could be stricter with ID cards checking and allow defaulters produce proof of occupancy before entrance into the hostel.
There's a couple of suggestions for them by the way, probably someday soon enough the compilation will be ready. Maybe by then, the lighting/bulb system of my room would have ceased to self-destruct. Enjoy your week!