Yesterday, I went to Jalan PJU 5/21 in Kota Damansara, Selangor to attend the MC JO Community (KD) Toastmasters meeting, where I had been invited to step in as the Grammarian. [Personally, I prefer the term Language Evaluator, as it carries the weight of a true linguist – someone analyzing the anatomy of sentences, policing syntax, and measuring the precise, correct use of every word spoken].
Given that the meeting theme was "Small Wins", my Word-of-the-Day pick was "Kaizen" (noun), which is a philosophy focused on making small, continuous, and positive improvements over time.
A surprise came at the very last minute – at exactly 11:17 AM – on that same day, when a speaking slot opened up because a speaker had fallen ill.
And so, I delivered a macabre monologue titled "Drenched in Blood", a speech that chronicles my consuming ambition to write fiction, focusing entirely on my fascination with the bestial, the butchery, and the bloodletting.
That speech, though, wasn't up to my usual standards. I let tension get the best of me, and I’m honestly disappointed. I know I can do better.
Still, I was voted Best Speaker. If you must know, this was my project speech #966.
And I sold one Diamond book.
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