I was chatting with my French guy housemate a night about 1 month ago while I was cooking. He was in his late 20s, extremely well-groomed and nice to talk to. Innocently, as I did to the two Indians in the house who were married, I asked him of his martial status.
"Me? Oh no, oh no..." *mutters something so fast I didn't understand*
"Oh, is it? i see i see..." *nods head in agreement of something I didn't know*
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Two nights ago, I was cooking dinner around 10pm. Then, he and another quite good looking guy came in through the front door, with bags and all.
"Ohhhh Hello there, Howe. Remember you asking me that day if I was married, come, I'll like to introduce you to my boyfriend. "
*Tio stun* "Oh? Hah! Wow... that's nice..."
What happened after that was a blur. I was in a state of denial and shock. Ok. I'm a bastard.
Brrr... So much for those Malay pondans and Thai shemales. This is the KFC ORIGINAL RECIPE!
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Just some pictures of my current room
I've moved to another room in the house, this time a shared one. Reason being one of the Indians brought his wife over for a while. So the kind and innocent Chunhowe agreed to exchange rooms for a while. After all, the shared room had a 27' TV.
Before cleaning:
After Cleaning:
Damn clean right?
The view I get from my window:
K lah, that's all. Too much pictures and the ISA might find out my location d. Bye!
