some personal info...

-I am Benjamin
-born 2 Sep 1990
-Music & guitarring is my religion
-Jesus is my life
-Hinghwa Methodist Church, Joshua Generation!
-i_dun_have_email@hotmail.com (this is not a joke)

stuff i use & abuse...

Guitars:
-Fender 60th Anniversary Stratocaster
-Fender 70s Stratocaster Reissue
-Ibanez RG1820X Prestige
-Ibanez Jem7V WH

Amps & Fx:
-Line6 PodX3 Live
-Line6 Podxt Live
-VOX Pathfinder
-Roland Jazz Chorus

Others:
-My heart, my soul, my ears, my fingers etc...

sometimes i myself don't know...

-custom made guitar!
-stuff that i like!!
-i don't really know what i want at the moment
and the most most impt...
-to be in a trio playing 1980s rock and metal!!! (plus one keys who shreds will be perfect!)

Saturday, March 20, 2010 The wonders of the English Language. I thought this was quite interesting. Enjoy if u think so too...

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose isn't meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the male pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Not to forget, if Father may be called Pop,
Shouldn't Mother be called Mop?

English is a crazy language, full of lies and bullshit.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England ..
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?
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 the hell does a humanitarian eat?!
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance mean 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.

Last but not least, if people from Poland are called Poles,
then people from Holland must be H****!

:)