Woman Goes To Loo, Gets Lost For Two Weeks

now there's someone who really NEEDS a cellphone...

truly

Oh, very classy Col Man, a story about toilets...

seems odd to me that she couldnt find anyone to understand her in her own country...

well you know how it is smog .......
i like my toilet humour

Not so odd here in the US...

You're right, Angrywaves.... the Creoles and the Arkansans are the ones whose accents I find the most incomprehensible

China has thousands of dialects, Col... think of the difference between English and Scotch, and times it by fifty.

That's one of the main reasons why China never got rid of their thousands of characters; written characters are often the only way that people can understand each other.

They have tried to get everyone to learn the national Chinese, Mandarin... but trying and getting are very different.

We used to be like this too... I bet that everyone will find it difficult to read this:

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
Will I give thee it: Troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

yeah i looked at some ye olde english at grammar school... looked oddm to me then
i found the above fairly comprehensible although not totally so but i got the gist as they say

i can imagine the dialects thing in china too

with all them dialects and people it must be chaos

i bet we could spend a life just learning all the different choneses then

You did OLD English at Grammar school? I went to a private school, and did Middle English (in Chaucer,) but never old... Old English, Anglo-Saxon, looks like this:

Hwæt! We Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,
monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
egsode eorlas. Syððan ærest wearð
feasceaft funden, he þæs frofre gebad,
weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,
oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra
ofer hronrade hyran scolde,
gomban gyldan. þæt wæs god cyning!

noo i didnt mean it like that

i didnt 'do' it
i simpy had chance to look at some papers written in it.. i didnt understand a thing
same with middle english.. i looked but none went in

i recognise the word god in the paragraph above

how are you doing today?
has the wether of your mood brightened?
its 9pm here and i only got out of bed an hour ago

i ended up staying awake until midday...

I can speak Middle English; I thought that it was cool !

Whoa, Really?

I guess so. I'm going to bed in a bit; it's nearly 10.30... I'll probably go at 11..

"My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,
Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.

Here while I lie beneath this walnut bough,
What care I for the Greeks or for Troy town,
If juster battles are enacted now
Between the ants upon this hummock's crown?

Bid Homer wait till I the issue learn,
If red or black the gods will favor most,
Or yonder Ajax will the phalanx turn,
Struggling to heave some rock against the host.

Tell Shakespeare to attend some leisure hour,
For now I've business with this drop of dew,
And see you not, the clouds prepare a shower--
I'll meet him shortly when the sky is blue.

This bed of herd's grass and wild oats was spread
Last year with nicer skill than monarchs use.
A clover tuft is pillow for my head,
And violets quite overtop my shoes.

And now the cordial clouds have shut all in,
And gently swells the wind to say all's well;
The scattered drops are falling fast and thin,
Some in the pool, some in the flower-bell.

I am well drenched upon my bed of oats;
But see that globe come rolling down its stem,
Now like a lonely planet there it floats,
And now it sinks into my garment's hem.

Drip drip the trees for all the country round,
And richness rare distills from every bough;
The wind alone it is makes every sound,
Shaking down crystals on the leaves below.

For shame the sun will never show himself,
Who could not with his beams e'er melt me so;
My dripping locks--they would become an elf,
Who in a beaded coat does gayly go."

Thoreau

<<Now don't get LOST again...>>

Night Drom--only about 4:20 in the afternoon here.

Rest well.

I like that. Good night, Waves; it was nice seeing you again

well its 9:30 pm here and im just about to have breakfast

Aw, then you'll miss the confection I'm making for dessert Col Man.