Maniaquerie

My maid is a fussy cranky fanatic.

Not only the supersticious side of her character pushes her to overreact in front of any chinese patterns by jumping aside scared of old ghosts in the kitchen, the bedrooms and also the wardrobe - best known location for aliens or spirits - but also she tends to like the rightness of a quartz clock especially the 11:11 figure, to appreciate that the moves of the floorcloth follows the strict alignment of the tiles.

Her hair are not that pulled back, but I'm sure the color of the "chouchou" is distinctly selected according to match her viet pyjama.

When strictness creates pattern with my metrosexual equipment.