...a thousand words

Dear Reader,

Fret not, I have no intention of heaping a thousand-word essay onto your unsuspecting head, my honourable reader. Although, come to think of it, the past 20-something posts I composed have probably amounted to a lot more than a mere 1000 words, chatty person that I am. Now, before you start ranting and raving about all the time you've wasted reading my blog when you could have been doing something worthwhile--finding a cure for the common cold, or perhaps inventing The Pair Of Socks That Never Gets Lost In The Wash--consider this: all those precious minutes you took to pore over my posts have actually been for your own good, my judgemental reader. Yes, for your own good, I say. I flatter myself when I say that I possess quite an extensive vocabulary. So extensive, in fact, that I don't even need a subject to blog about. I just start with 'Dear Reader', then type out any old nonsense I can think of, but with a liberal garnish of, to quote a friend of mine, bombastic words. And, sooner or later--usually later; numerous spellchecks and much rereading later--a post is born.

"Fascinating," you say, your tone dripping with sarcasm and your eyes rolling like nobody's business, "but what does all of this have to do with my alleged self-improvement?"

Ah, a very good question, my ever perceptive reader. The self-improvement in question is in fact of a grammatical and literary nature. The cultivation of your mind, the development of your higher sensibilities, the expansion of your vocabulary scope, and...a bunch of other stuff, equally impressive-sounding, and of an equal degree of tosh. Basically, you get to learn new words, and new ways of using them, each time you read one of my posts. You lucky reader, you. Or perhaps I flatter myself too much. Perhaps I should move on to the real reason of today's post.

But I digress. Before I come to the real, real reason for today's post, I shall inform you of one of the reasons behind the composition of this post. A sub-reason, if you will. One of the reasons for today's post is to communicate with you, dearest reader, the assertion that I have, in fact, nothing to communicate. That's right. Basically, I have nothing to say. [See what I mean? I'm so good, I can blog about nothing! *smug*] Therefore, I shall compensate for this lack of blog fodder by announcing the real, real reason for today's post. The real, real reason for today's post, I say, is to share a few pictures I took a few days ago, ergo this post's title. You know, 'a picture speaks a thousand words'. Anyway, I took said photographs with my handphone camera, then proceeded to tweak them a little on my computer. So, strictly speaking, they aren't exactly 100% original. They have been digitally modified. So there. Enjoy!

This was actually taken at my school (St. Teresa) about six months ago, when I was still in Form 5. Could it be only six months ago? It seems like a lifetime ago...

A tree. In my compound. Against a blue, blue sky. Oh picture of a tree in my compund against a blue, blue sky, I dub thee: 'Tree Lace'.

Some flowers that I thought looked pretty. Again, they are set against a blue, blue sky. The roof peeking out at the corner of the shot belongs to the shed-thingy in our yard. I christen this picture: 'Sky Flowers'.

Ah, yes. My portly and dignified cat, Twinkle. For the record, I did not ask her to pose for the picture, she did it on her own. That's just how dignified she is.

And again, Miss Twinkle, sittin' pretty.

And there you have it, my dear reader. My thousand words. Or, since there are five pictures, my five thousand words. Anyway, that's all for today; I am officially out of blog-worthy ideas. So, I bid thee adieu, venerable reader. Until next time, I remain...

Yours,

Figgy the Fluent