insanity runs in the family

we (momsy, my sis and i) went to see ophthalmologists yesterday. momsy, as usual, was worried about me looking old-fashioned in my new college. she noticed during the enrollment that i was the only one wearing glasses. she mentioned something about me not looking so good. ouch there, considering it came from my own mother. what happened to beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?

it's the reason why i got my hair cut and took the relax treatment. though it didn't make any difference. my hair is still wavy and curling in the wrong directions.

the reason we went to see eye doctors is because my mother wants me to start wearing contacts. though a part of her is scared that i might lose or destroy it. I'm known in our household for losing things and destroying them, albeit accidentally.

momsy, a meticulous one, went to see two eye doctors so she can buy the best, and of course the cheapest. i learned that the standard size for contacts is 14 mm in diameter. doctor A told us that we wont find anything smaller than the pupil. i was confused since i thought that the pupil is the small black dot in the center of the eye. but then, how could contacts be smaller than the dots in the eyes? so maybe, iris is the small dot in the eye. but i remembered something in elem about iris is the one who holds the color of the eye. and thus, i was confused. i don't know which is the pupil and which is the iris. well, no surprise there since i've always been stupid.

we than went to see doctor B. doctor B said that the least size a contact can have is 13.5. anything smaller than that is impossible. i don't know why but we went across the street to see doctor A again. she said that she called someone and that someone told her that there is a size 10. i was confused again. how could there be a size 10 when doctor B said that it is impossible to have less than 13.5. and so my mother's decision was...we'll think about it.

but it wasnt really a waste of time because doctor B taught me how to put on contacts. i really admire her for being a patient lady. im not a fast learner so it took a lot of time. actually, i felt that she wanted to scream at me a lot of times. when we finally finished, both of my eyes are really red and i feel that there is someone hammering hard inside my head.

the only good thing about the day is the time we went to eat dinner. the restaurant's menu is consisted mostly of noodles. i ate two bowls of beef lamien noodles. yum, but in the end, my stomach was groaning and i cant walk to the car properly. i was tempted to raise my shirt and expose my stomach for the world to see. it's not an unusual image since i already saw it in a lot of men in the streets who are proud enough to expose their big stomachs in a very public place.
but then, i dont want my parents to reprimand me for the embarrassing behavior, so i kept my shirt tuck in. im such a good daughter.

my sister and i talked about babies in the car. i don't know how the subject came up, maybe because of my big stomach. i also don't know what came into my sister's head but she suddenly exclaimed that she wanted to have a thousand peso bet with me. the first one who got pregnant in between of us should pay the other 1 k. but if the one who got pregnant lives in the squatters area, she doesnt have to pay. it seems that i am not the only one insane in the family.

i'm sorry that the title only pertains to the 2nd to last paragraph. my mother is not insane, she just doesn't care if we cross the street and come back and do it again so she can compare and contrast the two doctors opinions.