R.I.P. the English Language.

"I chose numbers over words and words over meaning..."
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In a world where English is rapidly becoming the universal language and a high percentage of the world now has the opportunity to learn English, I find it increasingly appalling that most of us are contributing to the Death of the English Language. From the books we read to the way we speak and type, the use of words, grammar and punctuation has transformed from a sophisticated and structured art form to an often sloppy and incoherent drawl. Perhaps we should embrace the change, I mean, why not replace 'you' with 'u'? Why do we need to know the difference between homophones such as 'aloud' and 'allowed' and the three 'there' words?

Language used to empower us. It used to say something about the way we felt or describe something that couldn't be expressed in any other for. Language created an identity for the human race. It elevated us above our animal counterparts. Without language there would be no memory of the Duchess of Devonshire or Marie Antoinette. Without language I couldn't be typing this at this very moment.

Most facets of society are being sucked into this illiterate vortex one by one. Instant messaging services such as MSN and text messaging are one of the first listed under the 'Suspects' heading. Yes, I know that it is more convenient to write 'c u l8r', as opposed to 'see you later', but what's to stop us (especially young people) from writing full words as a bunch of characters in our next essay or assignment? As well as shortened words, what about all the acronyms like 'LOL' and 'ROFLMAO'? Sorry, but if you go to all that trouble to say you're laughing, then chances are, you're really not. Let's stick to the good old 'hehehe' or 'haha' next time? All that abbreviation is retarding the current generation's ability to express themselves coherently.

Magazines hold the number two spot after technology as a suspect. Isn't it a bit sick, recommending books to 'help you look like a celebrity' or 'make every man want you'? This just boils down to a lack of self respect, confidence and an open mind. I'm pretty sure we didn't have some of these problems with self image and sex lives until popular magazines such as Cleo and Cosmopolitan told us we did. Most of the time, these sources are killing the English Language [in terms of the purpose of literature] because they tell us what's right and what's wrong in everything we ever do. Our jobs, our attitudes, our relationships. Everything right down to the amount of mascara we apply is rated, critiqued and at times, corrected. But hey, I myself, am doing what the magazines do right now. I'm varying away from the true purpose of my writing.

Next on the list is common dialect. Wassup, bruh? I don't know, maybe you could tell me what's going on. Some of the most intelligent people I know say 'Youse' instead of 'You all'. I'm going to be very rude and say it now. It makes you sound dumb, not cool. I mean, is it so hard to speak properly? You know how to, but choose not to. May I finally add that it is not a bad thing to have a solid vocabulary? Even Mitchell Johnson [In the Australian Cricket team, if you didn't know] wishes he had a bigger vocabulary so he could "argue better with people like Andrew Symonds."!

So to the world that has the means to be incredibly intelligent and communicative, try reading a classic book, maybe some Austen or Dickens. To those who are fighting back against the impending death, thank you, and keep it up. Your books and efforts are not lost completely. Some of us still appreciate a good read and a witty conversation. To those who are murderers. Try harder to break the habit. I mean, you don't want the next generation to not know what the word 'ambition' means or what an ellipsis is, do you?

The End. More or less...
Stephanie Amber. ©

The Aftermath.

At the end of the day you look back. I think every day we look back on it, thinking something different. Even if it is only slightly different, it doesn't matter. Well, I look back on today with mixed feelings, I suppose.

The day started where I left off in the last blog in which Michaela and I were staying up all night and then made plans to go visit our drinking friends. We were making noodles and drinking creaming soda and playing Ninja Kids. And then we won all the arcade games and stuff. Was fun, though I think that really wore me out. It is 10:51 pm and I am still awake. I think that means I've been awake for at least 30 odd hours. Which is pretty impressive considering my holiday sleeping patterns.

I was quite proud of ourselves the way we navigated through uncharted territory to a place quite unknown without any help. We women have very good travel and directional instincts! It was a fun day for the most part. Other bits, interesting, I guess. The guys were really nice and I kicked arse at Wii™ Bowling. It was pretty awesome.

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I have a little something on my mind. I think I might've said something in previous entries about 'no regrets'. Having no regrets and all that jazz. I've just realised something; a lot about this policy is dependant upon other people. I mean, they way people treat you after certain things occur, etc, the comments they make, or the looks they give, certainly count for something when you go over things of the past, distant or near. I mean when someone unloads their opinion onto you, can make it a hell of a lot easier or a hell of a lot harder to apply this whole 'no regrets' thing. It would be nice, I suppose, if people, especially people that are not particularly burdensome to be around could respect the things you do, the choices you make, no matter how poor or ridiculous they are, because once they've been made, they can't be withdrawn. I think it would be nice if people would be a little accepting, 'cause sometimes it doesn't make me (or anyone for that matter) feel any better about things. I wish regret and hindsight could be left up to the individual. Why do people get treated differently after shit like that? Why is it awkward?

And there I went on another one of my long blog posts. And to be honest, I didn't mean to, things just happen. Ha. Ha.

Adios. To things.

Stephie D ♥♠♣♦

Midnight Pancakes.

So here I am with Michy Dee at 2:53 in the morning. We're talking to some drunk ol' friends on my mobile, wasting both credit and battery. But it is fun. We cover topics as diverse as chewbacca, alcohol, birthdays, hair, what we look like, music, yelling, yelling at people to stop them from yelling and plans. With a bottle of near-empty Apple Schnapps sitting in front of us and a bunch of drunk teens on the phone is a pretty funny combination. Especially when one of them has held a torch for you since year 2 in Mrs L's class. Funny times.

Funnier still is the DUGONG song and the CRABS song. And, yes, they sound incredibly retarded, but a more appropriate description is "repetative". I kind of wish we were there already, that would have been really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY funny. It would be easier on my phone cap too. But, oh well, I'm not paying for it and I've already gone $15 over my cap for internet anyhow.

We've been one the phone for hours...The faces Michy is making while she's talking are just hilarious. The questions she ask are really odd. It would make more sense if could hear the rest of it, but more amusing the way it is. Now they're spraypainting Abe's hair and I have a feeling it's not hair-spray.... He's not going to be a happy camper.

Right now there is trash on TV. I mean, apart from the fact that it's three twenty-seven a.m. at the moment, there is nothing on TV in general these days. Don't underestimate the power of crap Television. We can learn a lot from when Screenwriters make us out to be a really dumb mass. I think a lot of shows can teach us things. Like Gilmore Girls. You can learn so much about literature and pop culture from that show. And Veronica Mars. I like that show. And Californication, which, believe it or not is actually not all about sex.

YEH ITS MICHAELA here..
some weird religious crap is on deh tele and oliver (on deh phone) is as drunk as a melon in tokyo. stephs lookin for a pen and i am pondering on making a cawfee. i just thought of nye wen i was watchin the early fireworks and i was sayin sumthin REALLY loud in an indian accent and then i turn around and i was surrounded by a milllion of them. i was like oh shit and i laughed ALOT!
but anyways goon thats almost amonth old is still good in my eyes. (and tummy)
Get in. Sit down.Shut up. Hold on. aah the days of befriending tanisha in primary school...

yeh... so drinkin tomorow yeh..
should be good. im unhappy cos steph does not have the "C" face on her msn account..
aah bourbon @ mardi gras wat a sight!..
uhhm yeh . steph is on deh phone and she is bringing her "L" plates tomorow to the guys's place cos they are "Learner" drinkers. ppfft t lol

Con-sider yourself a HO(me)
yeh we're watching "she's all that."
i lorve dat movie..i wonder wat freddie prince jnr is doing rite now.. lol
i think ill go . i feel i need to brush mah teeth and i wanna watch this movie.. its 3:55 in am and

.com
&yeh

michaela and stephanie
[.kales and stab.]
POOTRA xx

At the Beginning of a whole new age.

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you
can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're
right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself,
and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
- Marilyn Monroe

So, because it is a new year and all, it would be a good time to start afresh. I'm going to start this year with a different perspective to the last. In terms of blogging anyway.

I just realised something. Some things go back to the way they were at the beginning. Like Gilmore Girls. Every time I watch it from the start it's always the same. But that is inevitable. Other things like when you meet someone. The way you talk at the beginning of a friendship, when you get to know things about them, sometimes that returns and I'm happy about that. Sometimes I miss the beginnings. The innocence. At times I want to skip back in time to the beginnings of things, before all the shit happens and things go wrong. So, this is what I'm doing. I'm going back to the beginning. Cliche enough as it is, I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm not really one for new year's resolutions but there are a few things I do want to do, to be different. I want to do this year being me. Being real. Being honest.

I want to do the things I didn't do last year. I want the wrongs I made, whether they be choices or actions or whatever to be made right. I want to be happy and I'm not going to look to many people for that. Something I learnt last year is that you can't always trust the people you want to and the only person you can depend on is yourself. I want to have some fun and maybe like someone, but if nobody comes along then I'm not going to let it bother me. I'm going to try not to be jealous. I'm going to be nice as hard as it gets. I'm definitely going to smile more. And try harder. I'm going to take Marilyn's advice. I'm not going to make any more excuses. I'm going to finish what I started. If I love someone, I'm going to tell them. Maybe. :]

And to my lack of readers, I'm not going to write 864 word blogs every time, 'cause who could be fucked, seriously.

Anyways... Laters!

Stephie♥♣♠♦