Barricade Myself First

Well, after over 3000 hits to mine site, I wish to thank everyone who had been supportive, and those who constantly dropping comments. However, I got critic too sometimes, so just to clear thing off, before i continue blogging.

First of all, this blog is not an English language Class. I don’t speak very good English nor write very appropriate English. But I try my best to made everything understandable to all. My main focus is the content and whatever I wish to express, and that is why I use lot of graphic. I am not going to look into a dictionary to check every word or keep using microsoft word to check my grammer. Is kinda pointless, to blog in such a way, for me as long as you can understand, is ok with me, ngam bo? Lol….

“Lets face it
English is not a perfect language.
There is no egg in the eggplant
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don’t fing.
If the plural of tooth is teeth
Shouldn’t the plural of phone booth be phone beeth
If the teacher taught,
Why didn’t the preacher praught.
If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?
Why do people recite at a play
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways
How can the weather be as hot as hell on one day
And as cold as hell on another

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy
Of a language where a house can burn up as
It burns down
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!

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 it is that when I wind up my watch
It starts
But when I wind up this poem
It ends.”
A note writen not by me, but from someone who is tired of people bashing how bad a person language is.

Anyhow, is up to you to judge if you could accept and continue reading or just keep bashing or ignore and read something else rather than mine posts. Is ok with me and I respect your choice.

Finally and again, thank for those who been supporting and keep supporting. And thank for the angel wings IAH. Love you guys, and head up for more articles to come.

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