burn baby burn
our neighbor's house was on fire. when i went outside to see what's going on, the whole neighborhood were craning their neck as the home-alone housemaid frantically running in circles, screaming for help. i was very hesitant to offer an aid for i was consciously covering my chest with my clipped arms because i was wearing no bra underneath. in the midst of marveling whether to brave the odds of saving the neighbor's burning abode or to drop the honor of my femininity and let the prying eyes of our useless neighbors ogle in the sight of my swaying boobies, my sister managed to pry the door locks and ordered the maid to open the gates so the others could come in and help.
when the fire died down, i was still standing outside waiting for my sister to come out. i felt worthless because of one lousy bra. manila's like an oven these days and it seemed practical enough not to cover my boobies with any kind of fabric that would bake 'em even more. lame excuse? even so, lessons learned. wear bra all the time. heh.
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