— Re-posting a friend’s post —

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? 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 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?

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.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

Original Post by: Lukfianka Sanjaya, Saturday, August 20, 2011

So there I was, with someone I don’t recognize. I think he was my boyfriend —or husband? I’m not sure. He was tall, slender, and very handsome. 

We were about to go to a place. He told me that it was a historic building. I was very excited. He drove me in his car. In the middle of our trip, he stopped the car in front of a small store.

“Stay here, okay? I’m just going to buy some snacks for us. It won’t be long, I promise.” He said.

I nodded my head. He then opened the door, got out from the car, and left me there alone.

I waited inside the car for few minutes then I felt a little bit bored. I decided to get out of the car and walked to the store. In front of the store, there was a big screen monitor. I’m not sure what it exactly was, but I saw people used it to browse the internet. I queued up in the line, and when it was my turn, I searched on Google about the building we were about to visit.

The search result was surprising. I could not find any exact information about the building. And when I searched by image, what showed up were pictures of chicken meat pieces.

Suddenly, somehow, I felt super scared.

“W…what is it all about?” I muttered confusedly.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was him. He looked at me and smiled. His smile was extremely adorable. 

“Let’s go.” He said.

“Where are we exactly going?” I asked him.

He answered, “You’re going to love that place. Believe me.”

He took me in the car with him, and we continued our trip.

(Few minutes later…)

“Here we are.” He said while pulling the car over.

After getting out of the car, I could see a huge, old building in front of me. It wasn’t very crowded there, but I could see some people walking around.

Hand in hand, we stepped into the entrance door. It was damp, quiet, and pretty dark inside. We walked along the path, roamed the empty rooms.

“What place is this?” I asked.

“It used to be the biggest poultry slaughterhouse in the country. Hundreds of butchers worked here. Until one day, there was a big fire. Everything was destroyed by the fire –the equipments, the machineries, also thousands of chickens. Only the building left. No one died, though.” He answered.

I nodded my head as I looked around the big, empty area.  

“You should be careful.” He said.

“Of what?” I asked.

“There are stories.”

“What stories?”

“Many people have experienced strange phenomena.”

I didn’t say a word. I waited for him to finish the story.

“Chicken meat pieces often appear at any time and any place.”

“Ah! No! You frighten me!” I shouted.

I suddenly realized that I had a raw-chicken-meat-phobia. Whatever it is called. I guessed I would be hell a lot more afraid of chicken meat than to ghosts.

“Hahaha.” He laughed. “You belive that story? Come on.” Still giggling, he pulled me to his arm. “Don’t worry, that was just a joke.” He winked.

I hit his arm gently. We laughed. Ah, how I loved that moment. 

“I don’t feel very good.” He suddenly whispered. 

I looked at him. He seemed pale.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked anxiously.

I held his hand very tightly, until he finally fainted and fell to the ground. 

I knelt to him and cried for help. “Help! Anyone please help me!”

I saw an old man standing behind me. 

“Sir, please help me.” I cried and asked him for help.

He said to me, “What happened, young lady?”

“Please help him. He is unconscious.” I talked to him in my sobs.

Unexpectedly, he laughed at me. Very loudly.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. Are you crazy? It’s just chicken meat!”

I turned and bowed my head down.

I was so shocked to see that the man I loved had turned into a chicken meat! 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Then I woke up.

***

…

What a very strange dream.

When I woke up, I thought, “Wow, it was like a movie scene.”

It was.

But if, if the story were in a movie, it would make a very odd, bizarre, weird movie. 

Di antara kata-kata di bawah ini, mana kata yang baku (sesuai dengan KBBI)?  

1. Praktik atau Praktek
2. Cicak atau Cecak
3. Resiko atau Risiko
4. Almari atau Lemari
5. Apotik atau Apotek

Ayo siapa bisa jawab? ;)

… you have been working on a writing for hours, then instead of clicking the link ‘post’, you click the one says ‘cancel’.

I just did that.

*sigh*