Drama mama : All grown up.

She woke up with a start, looked at the clock. OH DEAR! It's 10.30am already?! She was beyond late for the First Aid class now. How bad must it look with her managers since they knew she signed up and all.

She clambers out of bed, and took a peek at her phone, wondering why it never woke her up. The clock on the phone read 8.25am. She got very confused and searched around for her watch - on the study table, on the bedroom table, on the bed, in the bathroom...then found it happily residing on her wrist. It read 8.30am.

PHEW. She didn't miss anything there. It was a cold morning, so she quickly rushed back under her warm toasty doona, and in a snap she was fast asleep again.

Get Shaky by The Ian Carey Project pierces the stillness in the room. Her fingers reached for buttons and randomly pressed one. She let it linger there for a while, then she jumps up for the second time that day. This time she checked the watch on her wrist. It was 10 minutes to 10.

She ran to the bathroom, narrowly missed tripping on her heater, brushed her teeth at a world record time, grabbed some clothes, put them on and rushed out of the house. She cycled all the way nearly skidding off wet patches of leftover rain. Once at the destination, she ran to the training room, pleasantly surprised to find out that the trainer herself was late, making her 5-minute tardiness tolerable.

During introductions, she felt small and singled out. It was, after all, a course for Kids First Aid Training. It was meant more for parents than for young girls who are merely interested, unless of course they were after careers in childcare or the like. Everyone but one (besides her) in the room was a parent, telling stories of their 5-month old, or their 3-year old who liked to climb trees.

When asked of how dangerous her house is to kids, she was at a total loss to answer. Well, DUH, the place wasn't childproof, it isn't meant to be. Though honestly, if it was a hazard to someone her age, should be lethal for a kid. Then during the lunch break, one of the attendees asked her, "Planning to have a kid in the future?". She replied, "In the future, definitely, just not right now." If she hadn't felt like an outcast yet, that question certainly made her feel like it wasn't time for her to be there. Not yet, not soon.

Yadayadayada the course passed by uneventfully after that scenario. She ran around doing errands and then took a long bus ride to the DFO, having heard news about cheap suits on sale.

She went straight to the shop, careful not to look anywhere else but the road knowing things like one digit prices would catch her eye and that they would linger there. Once at the shop, she searched around for the telltale signs of a sale. None could be seen. Then she noticed the oh-so-small sign that read REDUCED.

She walked over, and there the suits were. All immaculately pressed. She shuffled them around, searching for all that were her size. Frankly, not that many were. In the end, she found a grand total of 5 and headed to the fitting rooms to see which suit suited her best.

First one, pretty good. Second one...made her boobs look small. Third one...didn't look quite right. Fourth...made her shoulders look huge cause it had princess sleeves. Fifth...wasn't exactly a suit.

Back to first...hmms...really is pretty. Okay. Decision made. Now to move on to the bottoms. She asked the lady whether there were any matching ones. "We did have some skirts, but I'm afraid we're all sold out now." Darn. Why would people buy only the bottoms and not the tops. It leaves the poor sad tops lonely and without their partners.

She skirted around the place a bit, thought about spending that huge chunk of her wages on the one piece of clothing, then made up her mind.

Today, she blew 40 whole dollars on a singular piece of clothing. A suit top. She feels all grown up, buying suits and spending huge chunks of money on work clothes.
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Then she runs off to Jay Jays to make it feel like the world has resumed normalcy by buying disgustingly cheap 5 dollar clothes.