Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Singlish Ducks!!! Hmmm...

Here's a short story about a family of ducks who speak Singlish, or broken English, and after a 

terrifying incident, they changed their habits and learnt proper English. What a laugh this story 

is!! I hope you enjoy it too.


            “Quack, quack... Wah! The water so cooling eh!” a duckling shouted as it waded around in the pond.  Another replied, “Yah lor! Really very nice siah!”
          The sun was a bright yellow spot in the cloudless sky, and the ducks were playing in the pond in the kampong where they were reared. One thing that was special about these ducks was that they could talk. But they did not speak proper English at all. They spoke Singlish. Now this was a problem since the farmer wanted the ducks to speak proper English, but that was difficult because they were learning Singlish everyday from the Singaporeans who passed by the kampong.
That evening, a duckling named Chip suggested ecstatically, “Oi! People! You want to go play in the big pond tomorrow or not?”
          Another duckling, Ewok, piped up, “Wah! Really ah? Mother allow meh?”
          Chip replied, “Ah ber den? Of course she allow wat! We ducklings eh!”
          The next day, four ducklings, Chip, Ewok, Hotfoot and Jiggle, skipped to the nearby pond to play and cool themselves down from the blazing sun.
          Not long after they had started splashing themselves and one another with cool pond water, they heard their mother’s voice behind them. “Don’t pray pray ah! Also ah, better take care of Hotfoot ah! He cannot swim well leh!” When Chip heard his mother’s voice, he just shouted back: “Pray what lah! We also not Buddhists wat!” Their mother glared at him for a while, then emitted a low quack, sighed and returned to the farm.
          Just when they were having a whale of a time, Hotfoot felt an excruciating pain in his right leg. He let out an agonized cry before beginning to struggle to keep himself on the surface of the water. Ewok gasped as she watched her brother struggle in the water, while Chip and Jiggle ran back into the farm to inform their mother.
          Out of instinct, Ewok shouted at the top of her lungs (which was not very loud for the average duckling), “Wa liao ah! My braader ah, he sinking eh! He going to dlown soon siah!”
          Coincidentally, a cow happened to pass by the pond. Now this cow was a very posh cow, and he did not speak any Singlish at all. In fact, he even spoke with a British accent!
          “What is all this commotion about?” the cow queried.
          “Nem’mind orredy lah! He die die liao lah!” Ewok exclaimed, pointing at Hotfoot in dismay.
          The cow pondered for a while, then said, “He what? What did you say?”
          “Ayoh! You cannot understand meh? I mean ah, he going to die orredy! He dlowning eh! He sinking eh! You cannot even tell ah?” Ewok snapped, while Hotfoot continued thrashing about, and slowly sinking down into the bottom of the pool. Both the ducklings’ faces were getting paler by the second.
          “So he’s drowning? He’s sinking? He’s not playing with the water? Oh, then...”
          The cow, using his nose, slowly pushed Hotfoot to the edge of the pond, and then gently bit his wing to pull him out. Hotfoot lay there, in a state of utter confusion, exhaustion and terror. Ewok nudged him.
          “You okay or not? You almost gave me heart attack siah!” she exclaimed. Hotfoot muttered back, “And I really got heart attack, I tell you first ah.”
          “Can you two please stop speaking this stupid alien language with all the lahs and the siahs and the ahs?” the cow retorted.
          Just then, Chip and Jiggle came dashing back, while their mother panted after them, in a flurry to reach the pond. When they saw the cow sniffing at Hotfoot and the latter raising his wings high in the air in triumph, Chip muttered something (in Singlish of course) and his mother heaved a great sigh of relief.
          “Now, now, now,” the cow said. “This kind of broken English is bad. I really hope that all of you”– at this point he glanced across the family of ducks– “will improve your English standards. You have nearly caused this poor little guy to drown, all because of a delay in communication.” He paused for a breath. “And you”– there he looked at Hotfoot– “should improve your swimming skills.”
          Everyone laughed, and Hotfoot blushed dark crimson. The ducks thought about what the cow had said and decided to amend their English–speaking skills to make sure everyone around them were safe.
          So if you happen to walk past that farm, do go over to this family of ducks. You will hear them speaking the most proper and posh English you have ever heard.
          It’s even more posh than the cow’s English.


Written by: Charles (me!!)

S.M.S. Lesserhound!!!


This beauty of a land frigate, the S.M.S Lesserhound, is drawn by ME-- as usual-- and this time 

it was inspired by a novel called Leviathan, by Scott Westerfeld. Has anyone read it before??? 

No??? If not, I really recommend it!! I was inspired to draw this as the book features lots of 

technology and mechanics, constantly battling against modified animals, all crammed into a 

World War One setting, like taking the sheer power, technology and biology of year 3000 and 

plonking it all the way back in the 1910s... It's that cool.


I actually took six minutes to think of how to draw it and around fifteen to twenty minutes to draw 

it, six legs, guns, cockpit and all, complete with a big tent and a man for size comparison... It 

may be a bit creepy, in the sense that when you make the picture smaller YOU DON'T EVEN 

SEE THE MAN!!! Hmmm...