Exploiting Fedhz

To reach our house, you have to first go down like twenty or thirty steps. No, we don’t live underground, and if you’ve been to Baguio and saw how houses here are built, you will know what I’m talking about. Anyways, after all the time Fedhz and I have wasted spent talking to each other, it wasn’t until today that I discovered she is afraid of steep stairs. And not even steep steep stairs, I don’t think the ones we have here are that steep. Good thing there are handrails to keep her steady, or she would have spent her whole vacation here inside our house.

I mentioned here that we went to town proper, but originally to go bargain shopping at the legion of ukay-ukay (used articles, i.e bags and clothes) shops which Baguio is famous for, to do the groceries and go to the wet market for our food. But while eating I noticed Fedhz can hardly keep her eyes open from tiredness, so I told Mike and Paulie that we’ll go straight home while they go to the grocery. Naturally, we took Yz and Svet with us, and we were very, very slow in descending because she was afraid that she might slip or something. We were talking and laughing (me laughing at her and she laughing at herself.  😆 ) all the way with the dead weight of the two toddlers on our shoulders (both of them fell asleep in the taxi) so imagine the shortness of breath. But hey, it’s not everyday I get to be with my marce like that so it’s more than okay. What’s with the title? Filler post, see. 😆