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Well. I got up at 5.30 this morning.
Five. Thirty. On a SATURDAY morning. And not even for the sake of art.
No, I did not draw.
I had to get to school for Speech Day. Of all things. I had won "English and Literature" award last year (Thank you Miss Saffiah for nominating me)
And my mom was there. She said that she would leave halfway cos she had an appointment with some customer.
But no, she didn't leave. She sat. And watched. And watched. And watched.
"It was exciting!" she exclaimed when I asked her why, no hint of sacarsm on her face. She thought the emcees were good too. No comment on that, but it's just that the speeches... All. So. Bloody. Put. On. Well, I guess I feel that way since, heck. They're DRAMA girls. It's like telling Hanis and Raj to go on stage and go "Bernadette Low, has been a capable president for the Literary and Debating Society. She is pleasant and is well-liked by her juniors and teachers etc. ete. etc." It's all SUGAR-COATED.
Well after Speech Day, I went to watch The Pillowman at Clarke Quay. The play's NC16, but after I heard about it from Tiky, I told my mom I HAD to watch it.
So the torture began.
My mom made me wear the frilly black blouse I worse to the wedding in France last year. (I continue to mantain that it should be worn with a red skirt.) Then she made me wear lipstick. And threw (seriously, she threw) powder on my face.
The ushers didn't give me a second glance. And I felt like a complete weirdo. Or a freak. Whatever. I looked terrible. I FELT terrible. But heck, I got in.
The play was bloody good. Better than Into The Woods, or A Comedy of Errors. Finally, it was a genre I loved. The set, acting, blocking, motivation, script, EVERYTHING was fantastic. I sat five rows from the front and right smack in the middle. I was so inspired to act at the end of it.
Too bad, the Drama girls got a Q & A session with the actors. Argh.
And during the first half of the play, there was this woman sitting next to me. She left during the interval. And never came back.
"What happened to her?" Hanis asked.
I grin evilly. "I put laxatives in her drink."
"Nat!"
"What? She was annoying me."
