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Friday, June 12, 2009 @ 7:05 PM

I'd rather do house chores

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Fresh story. This happened less that an hour ago.

So yesterday, we hired a new house helper. A 40 year old unmarried woman. She was having great moments with my mom. This morning she asked my mom to buy her a sponge in a demanding manner. She was like, "Ibili mo nga ako ng sponge panlinis ng banyo." When my mom got home from the market, she [my mom] gave her [the 40 year old house helper] and our other maid for 8 months a pack of puto. The 40YOW said to my mom, "Halika, kumain ka din nito." Was she having thoughts that my mom placed some sort of poison in that puto?

At around 6 in the evening, my mom went to the maids quarters. She saw a 10 piece blanket of medicine with one tablet missing. She asked the 40YOW what the medicine is for. The 40YOW said it is for curing headaches. My mom, unconvinced, wrote on a sheet of paper the name of the medicine. She then called Mercury Drugs to confirm the use of the medicine. And guess what! It is an anti-psychotic drugs. My mom called her doctor friend to ask the same thing and her friend told her, "baka pag natutulog ka takluban ng unan yang mukha mo." Now that is not funny. If she, the 40YOW has this tendency of throwing tantrums, then she needs to get the hell out of our house as soon as possible. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

My mom went back to their quarters. As soon as she gets there, she told the 40YOW that perhaps she is sick, baka may sakit sa puso and we can't afford na atakihin siya sa bahay. Sakit na lang sa puso ang sinabi ng mom ko at baka magwala pagsinabing may sayad siya. =D Then, the 40YOW said to my mom, "nakita kita kanina. May kausap ka sa telepono" HAHAHA! She probably thought somebody told my mom about her sayad. Then they had a conversation to where the 40YOW will be staying.

Mom: Sabi mo may kaibigan ka dito diba?
40YOW: Ayoko dun!
Mom: Dun sa pinsan mo?
40YOW: Ayoko din! Dun na lang ako kay [insert the name of the person who brought her to our house]

By 6:40, my Mom and Dad are on their way, with the 40YOW of course, to the location of the 40YOW's recruiter. When they got home, they told our other house helper that the 40YOW has sayad and she, our house helper for 8 months gave the NO WAY reaction. You should have seen her face. It was hilarious!



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