fear her, madonna

Last night, my “housemates” were watching the Pinoy version of The Singing Bee. I was watching with them but after a few minutes I went inside my room to read All the Pretty Horses [I love McCarthy and his writings. God has really given him the imagination and the hands of a master. And I love God for that. Hehehe] Then I just felt the urge to wash my hands so I went to the other washroom of the apartment, near the kitchen. I noticed that the song being sang by the contestant on the TV was a bit groovy. I forgot the title. Lea, our helper, was cooking in the kitchen. And there, ladies and germs, I caught her dancing. It was horrifying in a not horrifying way. Yes, it was that confusing. I just stood there for a few seconds and watched her do her thing. When she noticed my presence she stopped. We were silent for three seconds then burst out laughing. Now everytime I see her I can’t stop myself from laughing and she would laugh as well.

If that happened to me- I mean someone caught me dancing- I’d disappear. No matter what it takes. It’s either that or I’ll die.