The Immaculate Collection

Our mini fridge doesn't come with a freezer. Due to space constraint, the basement is where the separate freezer currently resides. Thus one would see me running to the basement at any time of the day or night getting those frozen whatnots. In my frumpy, colour-faded homewear and glasses with matching unkempt hair no less.

And yes, that means I would always be literally running back to the pad as I have no wish of bumping into the neighbours in the alluring ensemble.

But I am not always lucky.

Talking about the neighbours. Either they have the most stylish loungewear to be worn at home, not unlike those you saw in Desperate Housewives, or they are diligent enough to make pretty every single day once they are out of the bed. Because I have never once seen them with a hair out of place or a bare face. No matter at which time of the day or night. Such arduous labour is indeed admirable.

But I am not alone. I found another pea in the pod: