Did I really do that?!
oh I did…I never thought I would though…until two weeks ago when the director of the event, which marked the culmination of the cultural heritage month celebration of the university, approached me and gave me the costume, wearing an expression that brooked no argument. It was to me a scary ordeal, walking the ramp in front of a crowd, in the Dimaporo gymnasium, but I had no choice but to do it–me–fear, unbelief and all. During the rehearsals, we were given instructions not to smile the first time that we appear on stage, but that day I felt like smiling was the hardest thing to do, so much that I did need to be reminded of it at all. It’s not as if I’m not used to crowds, I would like to think that I am, being exposed to singing contests…but that was so long ago so I guess my system has shed it off somewhat. Oh I still sing of course! …at weddings ;-\
Reminds me of a light-hearted debate that I had with a friend who, much to my forswearing, confidently informed a new friend that I have a "really good voice" which I don’t have mind you…so because he wanted to prove his point, he proceeded on telling her that I do because I get to sing at weddings, which I tried to disprove by saying that I only get to be invited to sing at weddings because my services are for free! So you see "NO REALLY GOOD VOICE" hehehehe it was so sweet of that friend though and had I been in his place and he in mine, without thinking twice, I would do the same thing too! Oh enough of that ;-P
let’s get on to the recounting of what I did, one that I once thought was unthinkable…
So I woke up that day feeling so wired up but doing my best to get through. I did well I guess, coz I was able to design my hair, with my younger sister and my cousin as my "hands and eyes" but I went to the venue with nothing but just lipstick and powder on my face, because if there is anything that I am not good at when it comes to "girl things", it’s putting on a make up. Powder and lipstick I can manage but eye shadow, blush on and the rest? I’m afraid I’d end up looking like a clown ;-P (I’d rather sing hehehehe). God has been so good that day (oh! don’t get me wrong, He always is! We just don’t things the way He sees it at times that’s why we end up doubting His goodness. Faith, that is what it takes, easier said than done at times though, that is why without His grace we will all eventually be drained of the hope that we have left.)…He provided for my needs— I was able to find an earring that matched my gown on our way to the venue, and to think that I spent hours looking for one before I went home to prepare; a friend volunteered to help me with my make up, someone whom to me is an expert in wielding a make-up brush because I did not end up looking like unevenly ripe tomato; and well, everything went fine, contrary to what I thought and thus was so afraid of.
Among all my reasons of dreading that day so much, there was one that I found so hard to ignore (tell you what it is later), and that kept me praying so hard before and during the show. After the show and the brief singing stint (Yep, I did not just walk the ramp, I also sang. It was unexpected but sometime towards the end of the event, some of my Mum’s friends asked me to help them sing a song that the President of our university wanted to sing for everyone.), I looked Up, smiled and thanked Him because He answered my prayer ;-P I did not trip! Yeah…so now you know my greatest fear that day, tripping hahahaha and the prayer that I kept on repeating the whole day…
“Lord, please do not let me trip, please…”
What costume did I wear? Look at the pictures I uploaded ;-D It’s kinda hard to describe…there is this detail that I cannot get out of my mind though…the train that was so long that whenever I walk, the tiled floor gets a good polishing! Believe me, I kept on leaving a shiny trail on my wake, I was so sure the janitor would approach and thank me for making his job easier hehehehe
