| 9:03p |
"O-P-P-O-S-I-T-E- sing it loud!"
While the kids were eating their well-packed morning teas, the ladies and I at the daycare centre were talking about teen movies. Lisa, who has two teenage daughters, said, "I have to say, I do love those teen movies." "So do I!" I replied enthusiastically. I think I must have watched my "Clueless" DVD about four times last year. Then this lady Judy (who always makes sure I sit down properly to have tea and biscuits) said, "Well, so you should- you ARE a teen!" And I said, "No I'm not- I'm twenty-two!" And Judy was completely shocked! Dear friends, this shock is something that I enounter on a weekly basis! I always find it funny, though. I know that looking young will come in handy once I'm thirty- I'll be like one of those ageless popstars. Though I don't know if that's an entirely good thing. Anyway, at the moment, it's a little hard to be taken seriously when the Olsen twins look older than I do.
One of my ambitions has been to usurp Kathleen Deleon as the token Asian member of Hi-5. That way, I'll get to play with kids and wear facial glitter for a living. I think that I might be on my way to achieving this dream, as two people within the past two weeks have commented that I look like Kathleen! Plus, she's like, twenty-nine or something, and she looks about fifteen! The other day, I wore a very Hi-5 outfit to the daycare centre- tight jeans, a miniskirt over the top of that, then a three-quarter sleeve purple t-shirt and a "Cat in the Hat" short-sleeved t-shirt layered over it. The only problem is that I can't really sing or dance properly. Too many boys made fun of my singing last time I sang properly in public. That wasn't my fault, though. I totally empathised with Britney, because let me tell you, it is very hard to sing well when you have a broken heart. Not that my wobbly voice had anything to do with Justin Timberlake breaking up with me. Anyway, I am also pretty crap at choreographed dancing. I say "choreographed dancing" because I think I'm pretty spiffy on the dance floor at parties. I mean, that has to be the reason why people always laugh! Anyway, the last time I gave choreographed dancing a go, it ended in disaster. In an attempt to get fit and have fun at the same time (it's so overrated), I made my friend Ali go to a dance class in beginner's jazz funk (or funky jazz?!) at the Sydney Dance Company. The website blurb promised that I'd learn to dance like Kylie Minogue and J.Lo. The whole thing ended up just being really embarrassing, because I couldn't remember any of the steps, and also, I had to dance behind these two really really enthusiastic and sweaty and just plain GOOD people, and I just ended up feeling like a loser. Especially when we had to do the dance steps in groups of four in front of the whole class. The experience was a good laugh, though- the teacher was pretty wacky. She'd teach us some moves, and then say, "And then after that, we pretend that we're ripping off our clothes, and then we pretend that we're going to run off into a field and dance amongst the grass, and frolic NAKED!" After we stared at her all funny, she said, "Well...don't you fantasize about doing that?"
And Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" never sounded the same again. Which is, of course, always a good thing. |