The Writer
a girl who spends too much time doing things she shouldn't be doing, like writing. and dreaming. and slacking.
she's insane, which simply drives everyone around her crazy.
feminist and proud of it.
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    Tuesday, August 16, 2005
    kendo!

    went for the dance blast free class this aft w some rag dancers, it was pretty fun! too short a duration, time flies, but fun nonetheless. pity then, that my classes clash with the practice timings. argh!!! oh wells, maybe next sem or next yr. but im still gg to go down for auditions.

    then crashed the lit 1101E lect, pretty funny. the lecturer reminds me of mr dore. hahaha~ yeah.... quite ok, forgive my growling tummy then. hahaha~

    then had kendo welcome tea and practice. so fun!!!! i think i'll join, go for beginner's classes. hahaha~ yay!

    got this off the net, quite an interesting essay on english language. go read, its funny too!

    Let's face it -- English is a crazy language!

    (This essay has been attributed to Richard Lederer.)

    There's no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither
    apple nor pine in pineapple.

    English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in
    France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet,
    are meat.

    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? If the plural of tooth is
    teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, two geese.
    So one moose, two meese? One index, two indices?

    Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one
    amend, that you comb through the annals of history but not a single
    annal? 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? If you
    wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?

    Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed
    to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what 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? Park on driveways
    and drive on parkways?

    How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a
    wise man and a wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee
    be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can
    the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?

    Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when
    they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful
    gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love?

    Have you ever run into someone who was discombobulated,
    gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE
    spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?

    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 out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.

    English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects
    the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at
    all).

    That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when
    the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my
    watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it!


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