My sister is much better than me....this time, she go JAPAN!!! And she emailed me and told me that they can go for HOT SPRING!!!!! *WOW*......BUT......she cant (she is a girl, monthly thing....), maybe only dip in her feet, so sad right? go Japan cant go for HOT SPRING.....
Oh ya, my current digital camera is spoilt, as in when i take photos, there will be horizontal lines on the photos, damm ugly...but video is still ok. Send for repair and found out that the most expensive len is spoilt, if want to get it fixed, need $200++, might as well get a new one right?
SO....my dad bought a new digital camera, same brand, fujiflim, but it has a mega pixel of 7.something.....but that's not the point. The COLOUR of the camera is HOT PINK.....and the pounch is also in BRIGHT PINK. Again, i am like fated with PINK colour. Water bottle, gym bag....all PINK. The shop only have blue and PINK, he didnt get the other colours like green, black and orange. I prefer orange lo. *HAIZ* nevermind, anyway it's $399, which i think is quite expensive, but shunyu told me is quite cheap le. hmm.....
My aunt send me this interesting email.....
Read on and maybe we can empathise those non-english speaking ppl who have trouble learning this confusing language
An ode English plurals
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes 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 speak 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 andplay at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And 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.
And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
