The Zoo
The enclosed beast regarded me calmly, before taking a lazy swim in the artificial moat surrounding its home. An aura of superiority hung about it, enthralling the viewer and filling him with a sense of inferiority and inadequacy. It was a tiger, a veritable king of the jungle, with the Chinese word "king" emblazoned on its forehead. Its coat was fine white fur, for he was a white bengali tiger. A rare gem among a dying race. I looked at the fearsome creature, wondering what it could possibly be thinking. It looked up at me, as if in response and gazed at me once more, with the same coolly superior look in its eyes.
“What a quaint little man, I wonder why he gawks at me like that.” It must have thought. Then again it probably was thinking something more along the lines of, “Hmmm, he looks tasty, I wonder how I could get a bite of him.”
It wasn’t reassuring that he immediately proceeded to climb to the highest point in his enclosure and start pushing longish logs around.
Zoo's are fun aren’t they?
Random Writing 5
The door opens, a man strides through. Purposefully, he enters the room, looking more than anything like an insolent punk without a care for the world. The eyes around him watch in silence, his presence filling the canteen with tension. Some look with awe, others with resentment. He dosen't care. He throws his bag on a bench and heads for the vending machine in the back. The door behind him opens again and a hope arises in the young man's face. He spins around, looking, hoping for her to appear. But the face he see's is not her. Disappointed, he walks back to the vending machine and gets a soda. He walks back to his bag. However, his seat is taken by a scrawny looking boy. The boy regards him with apprehension and increasing fear as he draws closer. The young man reaches for the boy and...... just then the door opens and a young girl in the flower of her youth. She notices his suprise and smiles warmly at him.
He reddens, forgetting the offense of the boy. Perhaps to anyone else it wouldn't have meant anything. Perhaps if someone else had done it, it would have been utterly inconsequential. But the anyone else was him, and the someone else was her, and it meant the world.
English is crazy man
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. Sweetbreads are candies while sweetmeats, 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? 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?
Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horsefull carriage or a strapfull gown? Met a sung 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 goes off by going on.
I didn't write this. Found it on coolquotescollection.com. Pretty cool eh?
Jars of Clay - Love Song for a Saviour
In open fields of wild flowers
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses
In no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call her
And she will come running
Fall in his arms, the tears will fall down
And she'll pray
I want to fall in love with you
Sitting silent wearing sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it
Goes to the people who stare into nowhere
Can't feel the chains on their souls
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday we'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call us
And we will come running
Fall in his arms
The tears will fall down and we'll pray
I want to fall in love with you
Seems to easy to call you savior
Not close enough to call you a god
So as I sit and think of
Words I can mention to show my devotion
I want to fall in love with you
Wasting Time
Its the 2nd week of the June Holidays and I haven't done a single hour of studying. Thats probably a really bad idea. What I have been doing is playing lots of Guild Wars and Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion. Here are afew screens of the various places I've been.
For starters, here's a screen of a mission I did in the game
A screen of the entrance to another mission
A screen of the lovely blasted scenery of Old Ascalon
And here are afew from Oblivion, a really awesome and absorbing game.
Some scenery from a hill
Some random castle
And some necromancer I shot
I'd write a real post if I wasn't so busy wasting time.
A Passing Dream
I had a dream while in a bus
dazing away out of my husk
Didn't I wish I wasn't dreaming
didn't I wish life was fine
I had a dream of heaven fair
of damsels and daisies without despair
Didn't I wish it wasn't fleeting
didn't I want someone to care
I dreamt madly of a life divine
ideal and wondrous without confine
Didn't I know it was passing
how could I be so blind
I dreamt a song of ice and fire
of wicked villains and heroes finer
Didn't I know it couldn't happen
how could I save my mind
My dreams were lost, floating passing
my wishes and wants beyond grasping
Didn't I wish someone would save me
why didn't anyone try?
Sorry I know this is kinda angsty and emo. I guess I'm just feeling abit down now.
