of a week in berlin
Today at breakfast, sitting around the oval wooden table, the elder relatives of one sort or another inevitably turned the conversation to my age. Much to my resignation, I was told that I was *ticks off her fingers* short, small, and squat (!!! i swallowed my grimace but its bitterness spitefully lingered on my tongue). The other two I’m okay with, but ’squat’?! It makes me feel like a pumpkin. They also (predictably) compared me to my cousins “Oh, so and so’s so tall and big!” “Oh yes, she’s filling out nicely,” agreed another esteemed elder. “Whatever happened to her then?” “Not been eating enough, I’d say.” “You mean she got the short end of the stick, hey what?” There was a round of chuckles and I fervently wished I had hightailed out of there when I finished eating instead of not wantin to appear rude (trying to make amends for my brother’s brusque behaviour) and staying at the table.
My self-inflicted torture wasn’t complete until Grandpa mentioned noodles, my ex, and his time spent in Berlin. If ever there was a time for learning how to teleport, this would have been the perfect time.
*sighs*
Tomorrow, we’ll be headed off to Paris – more for my brother’s sake than anything else. But I’d like to take some photos of my own there and not feel too embarrassed and touristy as over here. There were some really nice shots I would have liked to take, but my cousins already hack on me heaps and I didn’t want to put fuel on an already merrily burning fire. What do they tease me about? *ticks off her fingers again* Height, me being Australian (”you crazy Australians!”), me bringing my uni work over (I don’t care that it makes me look like a nerd but I dun wanna fail the stupid subject again! argh), how excited i get about food, my shoe size, how i resemble a penguin/chiyo-chan from azumanga/osaka from azumanga (i can’t help it if i get all ditzy sometimes -_-)… okay i’ll stop. Alright, to be honest, only one cousin hacks on me about all of that. =P
My brother is driving me crazy. We kinda had a heated discussion about him using my headfones without asking (yes, very petty) – rather I blew my top off at him and kicked his shoulder kinda (I was standing on the bed and he was lying down. It was more of a harsh shove with my foot… maybe). Baaah, felt so bad after. I apologised but I reckon we need some time apart. I can’t hack him at such close quarters 24/7.
I’ve been in my PJs all day. Thinking back on it now, to this morning. Perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea to wear my new cow (farting out pink hearts as BM eloquently describes it) PJs (that i got from the girls’ section at Myers -_-;;). I don’t think it added anything to my cause, as now I distinctly remember one elderly lady ask her neighbour “Are you sure she’s over 18? But she looks so young! And she’s so little!”
A lot of people have said that in 10 years time, I would be grateful for my “youthful looks”, though now I have a terrible feeling whenever they say that that they’ve jinxed me and I’ll exponentially age and whither away. O_O
