There are only two languages I understand: English and Filipino. That "languages spoken" list on my facebook? It's just for fun. Although I would love to learn other languages, I have to confess that my learning curve may not be any faster than a herd of turtle stampeding through peanut butter.
So having stated that, what usually drives me nuts are people who know, speak, and write in English but:
1. wud rader typ 8 as if dey want 2 maximize space dis is no s2rage rum dude n yes dey dnt use a lot of punc2ation marks wat d is dat 4
2. not only wud dey rader typ 8 as if dey want 2 maximize space but dey wud altah da spellin lyk 8s goin b epidemic argh 8s even wurse dat dey dun wonna use punc2ation marks
3. nOt OnLy wUd DeY RaD3R TyP 8 aS If dEy WaNNa mAxiMiZ3 sPaC3 AltAh dA sP3LLin nOt uSe pUnC2AtiON mArKs bUt AlSo aLtRN8 CapS N LoW3R cAsEs N 0H uS3 NuMErIcALs in bEtw33n 2
(And it took me 30 minutes to finish the three-item list.)If looking at it isn't enough to give you a headache (I almost had a vertigo attack typing it down), then I salute you for your capability to easily decipher it. I might as well insist that you start decoding heiroglyphics.
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A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
Oh, God, don't let them die!
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match.
One cop spoke up, They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad.
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year.
The cop just looked confused and asked,
Now, how can that be true?
The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us.
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
I will watch over you.
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on
Highway 109.
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.
This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven,
He saw me, and he asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for
today?'
I responded: 'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this
message, their family and their special friends.
They deserve it and I love them very much. '
This message works on the day you receive it.
Let us see if it is true ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't
all have wings, we call them FRIENDS.
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