That is how I started my BEL presentation today. I go on and on about how we were not denied the rights to live, therefore we should not deny that very rights of our own child and how I come to the conclusion that abortion is in short, murder.
Yes,yes, there is always the beating heart that goes:
THUMP.THUMP.THUMP.THUMP. breath in. THUMP.THUMP.THUMP. breath out. THUMP.THUMP. breath in. THUMP.THUMP.THUMP
And I get super nervous,which luckily, no one noticed. I worried too much on whether I look both pretty and presentable in my yellow mustard Baju Kurung, if the audience would notice that actually I am sweating like a racehorse and I am half praying that there won't be a pool of sweat under my feet(whoever says sweat is sexy is seriously insane), that I am cursing under my breath every time I had to say the ABORTION word out loud as if i am a human rights activist, that I am not making eye contact but I am actually staring blankly into my classmates faces which somehow makes me look intent.
End of presentation.
My lecturer exact words: Beautifully Done.
So, Tiara, a pat on the back. A TOAST.