There is something I hate about premeditated speeches.

Sometimes, we could hear our inner orator speaking out to the masses of brain cells in our head, but when it's time to put the idea into paper (or blog, in my case), it falls out faster than a failed souffle.

This theory above is applicable to anybody. Yes, even the shyest among this world have an inner orator among them, though they are too shy to express their ideas, or what they have to say.

While the words of the inner orator make sense during that time, they are sometimes chunks of thoughts, that when carefully assembled together makes a masterpiece of a speech or a piece of literature.

I am not saying that having chunks of thoughts are bad. Harry Potter was a chunk of thought that turned out to be a billion dollar empire by J.K Rowling. You don't believe me? Go watch the special features in the Harry Potter DVD.

Back to premeditated or practised speeches, I had an experience like this during graduation last year (I finally can say that, instead of technically speaking). I read my speech so many times to the crowd that it lost it's authenticity, it's value, that even if I read it to the public, my "class"-mates would simply think that it's another delay to the charade of moving on with their lives. It's as if I was playing in a football game, and my coach told me to not call any audibles in the line of scrimmage.

It sucks.

Most pieces of literature can be somewhat compared to Horcruxes: It is a fragment of their soul that leaves their stamp in the world, and the only way to get rid of them is to ruin the memory of it, or destroy every "horcrux" in existence.

In short, never mess with words.