Right now, I feel like my head's slowly imploding from the pressure of tomorrow. Well, either that or it's imploding because of the lack of sleep combined with the lack of food (haven't had dinner). =

Anyway, I'm procrastinating yet again. I don't really feel like memorizing the taekwondo handout just yet. Later na lang.

I realized something a while ago, while reading the script for our Lit13 reporting - I've gotten allergic to anything that can be labeled as artificiality in writing. Hahaha. The last scene in the script was written by a groupmate of mine, and even though sobrang beautifully worded, I found myself positively CRINGING as I was reading it.

I guess I've gotten so used to hearing people express themselves so casually that it's uncomfortable for me to read things that are so... flowery. It seems to me to be so excessive. (Hahaha, am I becoming un-latinate? XDD) I think I've learned to equate simple language with a genuine message. While this doesn't always prove true, it makes a lot of sense. Uncluttered language leaves one free to read what is written for what it really is. Expression at the purest form next to action. No defamiliarization, no overly obscure hints and pahiwatig - expression for the purpose of communication. Speaking to be understood. In English class, we studied about the Structuralist Theory of Language, and how it says that language "verifies a common understanding, thus strengthening a sense of community." Take it a step further to mean language style, and I think we've got a very good argument.

Ewan.

Wala lang. :D