Today or rather in the early wee hours in the morning, was one of the oddest way that I ushered in the annual recognition of the day that I was born. I am officially 20 years young. Yep. The teen years have passed and I should be able to legally run away from home without being hunted down by the police or everyone else. Or at least I should like to think that I can do that. I mean, I'm sure somewhere in this world you're able to do that.
Anyway, the day before was my dad's annual-ish open house thingy where he invites his office staff people and friends with their own families to come to our house and feast and talk and drink and be merry. Of course, we had our own side of relatives in the family to come too and that was all fine and good. Somehow this year, there seemed to be a whole lot more kids than usual to deal with. Well, on my part that is. The last few years, there seemed to be only about ten of the little ones running all over the house but yesterday the number seemed to have tripled and the house seemed to have been turned upside down with just their shrill screams and screechy shouts. Just looking at them was enough to force me to retreat to the sanctuary of my room.
I don't know if it is just me or maybe there're similar people who can't deal with so many kids at one time too but yesterday night's event just made me realise that reality. However, coping with two young children made me realise something else too. They were two of the most talkative, questioning, and curious kids I might have ever come across till now. I was beaten in a weird animal/checkers board game by a nine-year-old boy who loves reading, plays Black Jack and Diner Dash, generally dislikes watching cartoons, and claims to have tuition everyday. Not once, but twice beaten I was. Oh the humanity of it all! The other kid was a smallish girl who has more energy than compacted radioactive, stays up till 4 am, and tries her best to learn as many new games and things as she can. Maybe it was just me being nice and hostess-like but I just let them follow me towards the end of the night till 2 am plus before I crashed myself into the comfort of my bed and slept the rest of the day away till almost twelve noon.
This is a really strange thing to say even by my standards but if and when I get kids someday, I hope they would be like them as well.That's that. Other than that it was a rather fruitful and productive day. I got a hair cut and a french pedicure. I love how impeccable and neat my toes look. Just wondering how long I can keep the look clean and unchipped before I'll have to remove the polish myself. And well as you can see below evident of my growing self-vanity, are the before and after photos of my the result of the hair cut. I kind of like it and don't too. I can't explain it but it just resembles my old cut except that it's just shorter than usual. I was almost expecting something totally different but I didn't have the enthusiasm to tell the stylist what I wanted exactly. So, yeah, I ended up with the safe style but it's alright.
This will be the first and last time I cam-whore. At least I'd like to think so. I like the before shot one over the after, don't you? In other news, I'm feeling really stuffed still after some hours ago from a full dinner. No, really can't you tell that that's a forced smile?
Well, well-wishers have come and gone and I'm really thankful and grateful for them. Should I request a present from my dad? One side is saying to go ahead, while the other says no. The dilemma of being a filial daughter.
Anyway, only eight more days before departure. The excitement and tension should be insurmountable by now. I'll give it a few more days. Watch out for reviews on 'Gravitation', 'Elizabethtown', and season three of 'Nip/Tuck' in the next few days or so. Love the first mentioned one but have yet to plow through the last two.
