CIP is really boring, but it is needed, so no choice. We were supposed to be collecting old newspapers from the residents of Blk 514. As usual, the six of us were together, but we split up into three groups to make things faster. There were like 14 storeys, and we started from the top to make the job easier. The top two floors were uneventful, no one opened their doors, probably out working, or they just ignored us. Mandy suggested not standing in front of the eyehole that every door had. The twelve floor yielded the most results. There was this girl, she gave us tons of newspapers. in fact, there were some even dating back to June 2004. That's like a year and more! Woah.

The most unwelcome flat was this floor that is on the 5th floor, if I remembered correctly. There were signs all over in all four languages, telling salespeople to kep away. Must the owner be so hostile towards those people?

Our group seems to have colllected the most out of our class, and our class had loads of stuff, which was good, since I thought many people were out, and no one would be opening the doors. Guess we lucky then.

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