hi neighbour

I finally knew who lives next door. A young couple from Hong Kong.. late twenties I’d say. She too is sick to her stomach with toppings of boredom staying at home. Gee, never knew we had so much in common. Her name is Joyce. I am invited to join her on this coming wednesday to do groceries to cook something delectable for dinner. My husband was practically selling me,”my wife is a very good cook. You should taste her cooking and I assure you.. you’d want to know what she puts in it.” I gave him a split second stare and smiled at the couple then I replied,”don’t place too much attention on what he just said.. he’s just trying to tease me. He should be grateful that our kitchen is still intact and hasn’t been burn down for my lack of concentration. I also have very odd taste.. my food usually gets too sweet, sour or spicy. That’s the reason why I hardly cook and I let him do what he knows best.” Anyhow, this didn’t stop her.. instead her persistence in having dinner together in our place was firmly confirmed.

Harinder happens to be a queen diva that I used to work with.. She’s gay and prolly the second bitchiest homo I’ve came across. “Darling, Interesting pictures and even more interesting crowd. Are you a housewife now? Have you thrown away the Jimmy Choos for a pair of sensible Scholls?!”

This got into my head (fcuk).. what if she’s right?