Thursday, July 06, 2006
Eight
Sitting in the car.
Typing.
Sometimes you find pleasure in the strangest things.
Like just now.
.....
Last night, after my Isyak prayer, I prayed "Dear Allah. Please don't let me in the debate. I'm really tired of writing the script, as I'm sure you know. I feel like I deserve a break. So don't let me in, ok? You're the only one who can help me. Thanks."
(I know, not very formal or humble-ish at all. But I had no idea what exactly to say. Besides, I bet He knows what's in my heart)
This morning, after praying Subuh, I thought that maybe my prayer yesterday was a tad bit selfish. So I prayed something different.
"Dear Allah. Today's the big day. You know and I know that I said yesterday that I don't want to be in the debate. But I've decided that I'll accept fate IF you want me to enter. I mean, maybe that's best for the team right? Just, uh....... make sure I'm first or second speaker. Please. Thank you."
But who would have known that, watching the debate (yes, I wasn't chosen. amazing), I actually felt as if I
wanted to join? Strange, isn't it? It looked like fun, even though the debaters lips were blue, and their hands were shaking, and my stomach was flopping 15 minutes before as I wondered whether I would be debater or not.
Stranger still was the fact that I wanted to become
third speaker.
Weird!
But it did look like fun.
Maybe I just like to talk a lot.
.....
3:36 PM
