Love

..thy neighbour, God said. He definitely knew what he was talking about.

The days have been dull. Am uninspired, tired and bored all at the same time. The monotony of my day(s) was unceremoniously broken at dinner. It was a welcome interruption. Very much so.

Aisyah, who lives downstairs, invited me over for food. We were both starved of human attention. It was great.


The neighbour, slaving. Thanks loads.


She made chicken curry. From scratch. I can't make chicken curry. From scratch.


The curry was complimented by roti canai. Not from scratch, but nonetheless fantastic.

Thanks, Aisyah. You made my day. You have no idea how much it meant to me. You're my malaikat. Bidadari. Whatever.

This entry was posted by tsh, on Sunday, July 24, 2005. You can bitch back.