On a lighter note... :)

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 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, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb through 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 preacher 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 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 asung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, 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 it 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). Thatis 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.

Goodbye...

People share moments,

Bad, Good, Happy, Tough,...

And then they must part,

usually it's very rough.

Some die on you...

Some never "grow" on you...

But they always leave.

Some leave with grieve, some with deceive...

There is a feeling of sadness...
You remember all the time spent...

You feel like something takes over you, madness...

But what did they really meant?
Saying the words, "You Must Go On"

It's like you die but yet live on...

It's having the freedom

But nowhere to go, boredom.

How do you let go of meaning?
How can one ever STOP feeling?
Where's the line in love?
What's that you speak of?
We shared the joy and shared the pain

of several forgotten years

And as my heart recalls the joys...

My eyes recall the tears...

For although life is never perfect
And things were not quite right
It's better to love in silence
Than not be missed at night.

In our Great plans of future

there was a tiny flaw...
You grew to know me as no other

And rejected what you saw.

The rejection seems filled with uncertainty

Filled with incompetence and arrogance
How can you take Today away from me, romance,

When you have given my heart Infinity?
I feel that my profound words,

Will help someone, someday...

And now I leave them here;

I try to find my way.

The world just seems so small

So distant and obscure...

And my purpose here?
Became something so unsure.

Even far away, we were together

Young, we shared many tears...

You have promised me forever

You left me lonely to face the years!
Have I told you what I've seen?
Our unborn child in your eyes...

I've experienced your soul...

I've learned the feeling of the wise.

Today I take the quietness of a saddened heart

When life's not understood...

When things cannot be explaind

I cry, I just wish they could.

And you walk away

And you take my future too

But what hurts me most

Is the pain I feel, matters nothing to you.
I'm happy it happened,

I'm sorry it did not last...

Life is about choices..

You chose to be my Past.

And I wipe away my tears,

And I give a big sigh...

You took away, with you, my fears;

It's time to say: Goodbye.

Snow Patrol Run Lyrics

:'(

I Love This Song... *sigh*

Story...

Since young I knew you existed
That someday we would finally meet…
Little I knew, about it being this twisted
And the story turning so bittersweet.
I was never blind by you
Although, I was a dreamer…
A dreamer of something anew,
An Idea bigger than you and I;
I didn’t aim for the sky,
I did dream much, much higher.
And at one point I sat there
Waiting for change…
You did become very strange…
And the person you were? Nowhere!
I looked around, where was everyone?
Nowhere to be found, gone,
Just like you, my friends became unknown
And there I was, in a world all alone.
I managed to yell and cry
So many times, it became too often
3 years have passed by
And my pain? It has never soften.
I grew into this sarcastic bitch
Ready for my story to go on…
Open wounds, not even one stitch
In this everlasting battle, nobody won.
I did not just lose you to time…
I have lost my heart, my life, my soul,
I lost hope, myself: became a mime.
I lost the chance to see my story unroll.

Alguem se lembra disto? lol...

CLICK:

http://star.walagata.com/w/mortescura/Nessy_AKA_BorBoLeTa.mp3

(made me tear...)

It's the smile that finds me
Anytime and anywhere
It's the idea of hope
Of knowing that that your here
It's the breath that you take
The sound of your voice
It's the idea of love
Hope without choice
It's the beat that now skips
The pause of my heart
It's the suffer of longing
closeness of apart
It's the passion that burns
The fire in eyes
It's the telling of truth
Receiving no lies
It's the compromise known
Viewed through a mirror
It's unconditional love
With no false demeanor
It's the feeling of home
No matter how far
It's the knowing your here
Whereva you are
It's the lessons untaught
The willing to learn
It's the falling in love
Without fear of the burn
It's the message that's read
Before your lips part
It's the breathing your name
The stillness of heart
It's security felt from
anywhere on earth
It's the finding idea
My mission since birth
It's the knowing no limits
To feel so alive
It's to question life why
Find reason to strive
It's the finding of someone
You can't even compare
It's understanding my life
With you I could share
It's intelligence that's felt
Your inside my head
It's the thought of not using
But sharing the bed
It's like waking to a new life
The old life as past
It's the knowing "FOSHO"
This one will last
It's the feeling not felt
The grandest of all
It's the weakness of knees
Being caught when we fall
It's the bliss of fitting
In a world of misfits
It's the seeing your smile
When you give me the shit's
It's the word's that fall short
A story untold
It's the realizing I've found
Someone to grow old
It's imperfect perfection
Our greatest gift is our spouse
It's like I've never known
anything else...

WATCH OUT!

Ladies and Gentlemen
Bums and Tramps
Cross-eyed Mosquitos and
Bow-Legged Ants
I Come here Before You
To Stand here Behind You
And Tell You a Story
I've Never even Heard
Admission is Free
So Pay at the Door
There's plenty of Seats
So Sit on the Floor
This is a Lady's Meeting
For Gentlemen Only
And Now I will Tell
You my Story;
"One Bright Morning
In the Middle of the Night
Two Dead Boys got Up to Fight
Back-to-Back they Faced Eachother
Sword-to-Sword they Shot Eacother
A Deaf Policeman
Heard the Noise
And Came to Kill
The Two Dead Boys"
If You Don't Believe
My Story is True
Ask the Blind Man
On The Corner-
He Saw it Too.