The misfortune of staying in a low-level flat and especially one that the neighbours from the opposite block could literally look into your entire bedroom is that you get really nosy aunties being total voyeurs by their facing windows.
A couple weeks ago, my mum returned from the wet market and told me in part embarrassment, part amusement that an auntie who works at a childcare centre below my block was telling how how another auntie who stays on the 7th level in the block opposite my bedroom was telling her that I have a white boyfriend.
Asked her how she knew and she proudly admitted that she saw Matt and I in my bedroom through her kitchen window.
Gosh. The things these auntie could get up to… It’s times like these that I’m totally reminded that I’m staying in heartland Singapore.
