I was at the volleyball finals today when I decided I needed to take a leak and I walked into a crowded toilet full of volleyball girls half-changed into their jerseys.
The minute I walked in, I felt it. The eyes, the fingers, the whispering. Which was really more than a whisper.
"Eh! Is it her?"
"It's her, right?"
"It's her meh?"
"No leh, it's not her lah?"
"It's her!"
Since I can't really stand people talking, or literally whispering loudly, behind my back, I turned my head around and flashed my mega-watt Hollywood-celebrity smile.
"Yes, this is 'her'. Confirmed. 'Cos there's only one 'her' in Red Sports." =]
Ah. Boss is right. The mini celebrity thingy. The eyes, the fingers, the whispering.
I ought to practise flashing my "mega-watt Hollywood-celebrity smile" to natural ease and perfection.
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