Maids 4 u

I believe my family had employed maids for the house since I was twelve. 

Something would always come up, hence, I had various maids throughout my childhood-teenage years.

Altogether, we had 5.

Maid 1: Brains. She was young, sweet and smart but had to leave 'cause she got an offer to further her studies. 

Maid 2: Perfect maid. I sometimes thought she had OCD whenever I looked at how she cleaned the house. She was our fav maid, a very caring woman. My grandparents needed a maid much more than us so she worked at their place instead.

 Maid 3: Teen.We had to send her back to the agency due to the following: 

1. She lied about her age. Passport-19, real age-14

2. She sneakily turned my sister's swimsuit into a tube top 

3. She stole our money

3 strikes = kicked her out.

Maid 4: Stubborn&Mad. She wanted to KILL HERSELF after we asked her to get rid off our cat's poop. She wanted to jump out of the window and hang herself to death on a tree.

Maid 5: Perfect maid returns. After my grandparents passed away (which was tragic...), she came back to work at our place. However, this time she seemed to get ill easily from cleaning. So she retired.

Realization: Technically... I had 4. (bimbo moment)

You guys have any interesting maid stories? 

My boss shared with me tons, but I might share those stories later.

What the Fart?

I haven't been blogging in ages, so please be nice to me even if my posts here stink.

Talk about stink, obviously, I'm out of ideas on what to post. However, that should not hinder me from blogging anyways. Who else writes about Farts in the first post? 

I think my brother is a champion in farting. Not that we have  a competition on it at home or something. 

He told me some good advice that I've been sharing with others. 

"Don't runaway to fart, runaway right after that"

"'Cause the smell's still in your pants and will be unleashed later"

"What?..."

A 7th grader at school farted three times in class today. 

The class went "DUDE! Get out!"

The funny thing was, the boy laughed every time right after he farted and he would walk sluggishly to open the door to let the air out. 

That boy's got character.

Status: Seriously sleepy. Night.