There I go again.

It's like a disease. Everytime I write, all the long, impressive-sounding words come out. It's not intentional. I can't help myself. Slip of the mind, you know?


But it gets to the point where writing here is like painting with a brush ten times the usual size. You dip it in words and you paint on the canvas of a post - great care taken not to apply too much pressure - else the brush slips, and huge blobs of 5-6 syllabic words are painted. People are left staring, slightly in awe, but mostly in confusion at the array of colourful blotches.


When sometime later, the painter looks back on his own "masterpieces", they hardly make sense to him either.




Bombasticism.


People think it's a good thing to know almost every word in the dictionary. It's not. Sure, you impress some people in the same way, oh, a circus seal impresses us by balancing a ball on its nose. "Wow! How clever," you remark while clapping enthusiastically, because most of us wouldn't know how to juggle a ball for nuts.



Sure, it blinds the teacher to grammatical errors when marking essays. The reasoning is that a person who knows his dictionary inside-out could only have been careless when it comes to punctuation - which is completely wrong.





Unless you don't mind if your name gets spelled wrong on your tombstone;

"Here lies Gabriel Gun,

Who might've been Gan

But we're not sure.

He was quite blur

To let us write

His epitaph

With poor eyesight

and one bad draft."

But the point is this: What's the point of knowing so many words if you don't know how to use them?

On a related note, what's the point of using so many words when one or two will do?



Bugger.




Then again, there may be some use for the jumble of technical jargon jostling for space in my head. As observed by Calvin:

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Stayed up for the Perseid meteor shower tonight. Then I went outside to find that whatever bits of the north hemisphere (where the stars were supposed to fall) that wasn't blocked by my house was covered in the only tufts of cloud in the whole upturned ricebowl of the sky.



Arrg. So much for some new pics. And my eyes are getting that frying-in-deep-oil feeling when I stay up till 3.


At least there's no college tomorrow.




Morning all~