speak singrish campaign

Speak Singlish somemore?!

Sgn Mrt Station
Little ah-seng shop (chinese version of mama-shop)

Enter jazz and epiphobic.

Jazz to the bored shop-aunty : Aunty,Green-tea please
Aunty : (Looking through the racks of drinks & holds up a bottle of green tea)....Bottle can?
Jazz & Epiphobic : Can , can
Aunty : (puts the bottles back inside, looks around somemore and produces 2 cans of green tea)

Jazz points out the lost-in-communication caamedy-time to epi, in tamil. Epi notices that the cans have replaced the bottles, registers the linguistic gap and cracks up *in retrospect it might have been in reaction to jazz's tamil prowess*. Eitherway, she gets a giggle-fit and flees the shop.Jazz is stuck there, stifling her own guffaws in vain and paying for the drinks, while trying to ignore the shop-aunty's dirty looks the whole time.

Perfect way to drive home the point....who needs phua chu kang?

the photogenic award

Dont say i didnt warn you...remember these words?
"*looks at the classic shot of burps spread out on the gymball (details on the gymball will come later), resembling some odd and exotic cross breed btwn a lizard and a sloth..eyes bulging, looking like it cldnt decide if it was :
1) dying a slow painful death
2) reflecting on its life and its numerous traumatic experiences
3) Attempting to do yoga"?? Well...that was it

Anyway...this is not a real post. just wanted to share proof of that with the world. thanks ms yogajunkie for making this post possible, with that inimitable pose. you are truly, the one and only ms.photogenic.

Bombinate

What a strange word...audio-visually it suggests nothing along the lines of wht it means - to drone on.
on the contrary,it sounds quite instantaneous ..like a crash or some kind of blast.maybe oz of the bomb part.
hmm.
can't wait for grey's anatomy. it's an hour of distraction from the thoughts that weigh me down after dark on a monday night - i dont want to go back to sch tomorrow...
that voice sure can bombinate...i didnt know monday blues lasted till monday night :S
its October already (how did that happen..?) i remember reading this poem once..a long poem by ..ok i forget..anyway..it starts of with " i cannot but remember when the year grows old..october november...something something"..when the year grows old...nice. This month is going to be when it all culminates..need to rush the remaining syllabus,the unfinished exercises & the c.r.a.p, i mean creative, remarkable answers by prodigies which i'm gonna have to mark,the thought of which already makes me shudder. *shudders*
it wld also signal the almost-end of my almost-one-year teaching stint. Its been enriching and eventful and educational...erm..no puns there.
ok what else..i miss my friends. all of em.
The haze these few days has been terrible. Everything seems foggy and unclear.Smells of smoke too. Actuallly, October does kind of bring the idea of foggy gloomy weather to mind. Interesting. Let October go...November brings the happy chimes of wedding bells once again.
...ok..i dont wanna bombinate any further...heh..
ta!
oh - parting shot...

Reflection - by Shel Silverstein
Each time I see the Upside-Down Man
Standing in the water,
I look at him and start to laugh,
Although I shouldn't oughtter.
For maybe in another world
Another time Another town,
Maybe HE is right side up
And I am upside down.