nth house…
Denise once called me a bedouin. When I was in high school my family and I moved a lot around in QC: Catolos… Santiago… Roces… and of course weekend and holiday trips to Antipolo. We’re moving around again. New Manila… Marathon with lunch/dinner time/weekend trips to Roces. Oh, and add to that my staff house days. I should really buy a house.
*spin doctors’ “two princes” is such a funner song… just go ahead now… if you want to buy me flowahs… just go ahead now… luvit!*
Anyway… I volunteered to clean the new rented place in Marathon. I wasn’t prepared for what was in the restroom.
Mickey’s wittle cousin laid dead on the cold tiles of the restroom. And it smelled… *phew* bad. I was trying to muster up the courage to pick it up but everytime I tried to go near it my gastric juices would go up (I haven’t had my breakfast). So I just fixed some stuff and went back to mama’s place. I was s’posed to take a bath there after cleaning but… Rat. I also had allergic rhinitis and couldn’t clean up the place well because my nose overflows.
Hay.
