I can’t believe this. Bhakti told his guy classmates that I am his girlfriend. But he conveniently forgot to tell them that he is my girlfriend too. What’s worse, they were rating me. Yea, they rated me 8 out of 10. Geesh, I am so much better than that.
Oh gosh, I am so tired after the drama practise. I have no idea why is it tiring me out. Maybe it’s the after effect of playing a bitter middle age woman/ mother. Through this, I make a promise to myself that I will support theatre workers.
Anyway, I feel pretty today because I am wearing one of my fu fu skirt with my tank top. For those of you who till don’t know what is a fu fu skirt, let me tell you. It is this kind of princessy dreamy skirt that will sway when you walk. But it is made of cotton, light-weighted material so it also gives a kind of beach feeling. I really felt that way when I was having lunch under a tree at Asia Cafe with my friends. The sun was shining ever so brightly, the wonderful breeze blowing past me, the sound of leaves rustling and of course, the ice-cream I was savouring. I felt real good until I walked to a nearby bank with Xiao and a guy handed me a leaflet promoting a slimming centre (Maybe he thinks I need slimming. Ouch). But that did not affect me much because I am confident about my looks and of course, curves.
Speaking of wind brings me back to what I want to say. Me and Sara went to search for a “dry toilet” because she was wearing her brand new pumps. Our class was situated on the top floor of the very not nice SAM block. Anyway, when we stepped out of the classroom, a gust of strong wind blew past us, or from under us. The most embarassing thing happened. My lovely, light-weighted fu-fu skirt flew up, just like what you see in Marilyn Monroe’s famous scene minus her sexy looks, blonde hair and fire red engine pouty lips. I was shocked/ surprised/ in terror. Of course it was my first reaction to pull my skirt back to how it was.
But, the wind was like a naughty boy who refused to stop this little game. It blew again and this time Sara had to help me with my skirt. It was darn embarassing. We were laughing all the way to the “dry toilet” on the second floor. Thank goodness there were only two girls on that corridor when the whole thing happened. What made me felt so much better was the fact that the skirt comes with a petticoat so nothing could be seen, except, maybe, my black petticoat.
The wind was still blowing on our way back to class but I have learnt my lesson. I put both my hands on my skirt. Although I look weird but I had to do so because there were more people on the corridor then. If it was not for the wind, I could have let my skirt sway and maintain my composed posture. I felt so relieved when I finally went in the classroom.
That’s how I became Marilyn Monroe for the day.
Moral of the story: Never wear such skirts on a windy day although it is really cooling.
