Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune

The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad student
Saturday, April 15, 2006
 

Going domestic

Hehe, I was going to tell you all about the details on the outdoor procession for Stations of the Cross (all 14 of 'em, in Spanish) I was a part of yesterday at noon. But it's getting too long as well as out of the moment. Suffice it to say, against my own conviction, I couldn't pass a Hispanic as some random people kept coming to me asking in Ingles "Do you understand?" and "Would you hold this for the next station, please?"

I suspect that this kind of treatment was due to:
a) My generic sign of the Cross
b) My body language
c) I've been here too long for them to notice that I wasn't a part of their community
d) All of the above
Anyway, the other day, NY and I went to Super-Walmart and we happened to pass through the bedding section on the back and found a rack full of bed-in-a-bag. They were unbelievably affordable --not bad for a 160 count-- and also came in all sizes, patterns, and colors. The most important thing was that the bag contained a complete set of bedding things: both sham and pillow cover, both flat and fitted sheet, skirt, and comforter. So we decided that we each buy one. Our first complete set ever. How I love these things!

So now, my morning ritual gets a bit more complicated. It includes making sure that the upper part of the flat sheet folded nicely on top of the comforter--for both beds-- as Tuan Putri never rarely made her own bed, even then her frustration is that it wouldn't be as neat as when I am the one handling it.

Hmm...I think, it wouldn't be long until I feel the need to pick my own China pattern.



Comments:
What did you mean with never/rarely huhh?????

Didn't you know the I feel like I'm in hell yesterday since you did not make up yerrr bed yesterday?????

Anyways, I'm in the 'merajuk' mode at you

Holler !!!!
huhauauhauhauhauhauuhaua
 
oh i want a nap now.
 
Oh, me three, point25.
 
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