A new day, a new song. The latest piece of marvellous music I have discovered is ’See Emily Play’ by Pink Floyd. A song which can be easily described as the The Doors meets The Beatles.
18 March 2008 was not an entirely magnificent day for me. As a matter of fact it was borderline awful. I LOST the debate at MAMC. The reason why I am using the word ‘Lost’ is because I did not manage to win 1st, 2nd or even 3rd position. I was definately not in my best form, my content was not incisive (better than most) but what really cost me a respectable certificate and some easy money was confidence, which conspired to ebb away as the proceedings wore on. Agreed, my preperation was lazy and far from sincere. I did not time my speech, not even once. However, I almost never do that and come away with a merit position. The surprising bit was my reaction to the performance of the other speakers. My ‘impromtu jig’ theory did put up a fight against their confident and preperation intensive approach, however, I could picture the contours of an inferiority complex forming, for reasons unknown / unspecified / unexplored.
I was definately impressed by the lady who bagged the 3rd place. She was a picture of grace and spoke polished and well crafted words. However, she played more on melodrama and less on solid content. Her debate was more of a speech which painted a picture of confidence, but multiple pain staking rehersals. Nonetheless I was obviously intrigued by her and could not stop myself from admiring her conduct. It is a pity I don’t remember her name and my chances of running into her are virtually non-existant.
The travelling was obviously hardly any fun. Though I did meet an old friend at MAMC. Not old enough to be wrapped in bandages, but I feel older these days. The gap between then and now seems to growing with each passing moment. It was a pleasant meeting, jovial fellow he was and still seems to be.
Wished ‘her’ a happy birthday. Deja Vu meets spatial disorientation followed.
Suddenly I feel like listening to something heavy, not heavy on instruments, but something with a sliver of deep meaning - ‘Beautiful Day’ by U2.
It is about time I ask certain people and places to bugger off. In the words of THF - “I am declaring my own holidays !”
Obviously I am going to stay put and relax at home tomorrow - watch a few movies, think about world issues, the future and more.
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