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July 14, 2006

 
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English is a Crazy Language

July 12, 2006

from an email: Four All Who Reed and Right
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We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes; but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice; yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

 

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.

Let’s face it, English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple

English muffins weren’t invented in England.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea, nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends, but not one amend?

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes, I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?

Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down; in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

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Flash Loop

July 11, 2006

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Batu-bato sa Langit

July 10, 2006

I guess when it’s meant to be, it just happens easily. You don’t have to pretend. You don’t really have to try hard. You don’t force it. You won’t have to feel sorry and you don’t regret why you are with this person. EVER. You can’t think of being with someone else, and you won’t think that the person you are with IS someone else. You accept them for who they are, and you love them despite their flaws. You are proud to introduce them as your partner, and never have you felt ashamed. You aren’t left wondering if you’re supposed to be with someone else. You neither feel pressured to stay, nor stay because of guilt. You stay because you love to, and it doesn’t take a lot of time to figure out that you’ve fallen in love… because you felt it since day 1. You just click!

Others who are in a relationship but didn’t start this way may never get it, and might be jealous that we have worked out well, and didn’t require extra time to realize that we were in love. We actually pity those who are in an on-off relationship because it’s like merely settling for what’s already there. Real love doesn’t end. It doesn’t need a break. It doesn’t need a second chance because you’ll do it right the first time around. Only unhappy “couples” would be cynical about us because they feel the need to be happy about themselves and their so-called “relationship.” Pity, pity… They don’t even know half of the entire story of how we started, yet THEY FEEL CERTAIN TO JUDGE. It wasn’t with a company of friends when we fell for each other… It was with a quiet dinner and a promenade in the city. We’re happy just being together, and we don’t need to be in a group of friends to have fun. We complete each other. That’s love.

Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan… guilty!

** originally posted around a month ago **

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New Blogsite?

July 3, 2006

It says my account is going to expire soon… I’m not sure if my blog would completely cease, or it would just not let me post anything. I might move to multiply.com

Send an email if u want to know the new blogsite: pryncessa_veronica@yahoo.ca

P.S. For those of you who haven’t figured out yet, you have to enter the alphanumeric code below the message you type before your message gets posted. I guess it’s an anti-spam thing? I dunno.

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