Sino-Sing & my encounters with the "Engrish"

Just arrived back last night from the Sino-Singapore Exchange programme...food, fun, and feel-good (albeit having constantly see-saws between dry & oily lips - due to ever-so-dipped-in-oil nature of the food there).
Some pictures to share with you all readers...before I get down to actually blogging a proper entry. Enjoy :)

Left: "Toilit??! what toilit?"...Eh...I em Singaporean leh...I ask for "toilert", you giv me "toilit".
try to cheat my money ah? Nemind. wait until I finish go toilert first, then come and settle with you!

Right: Jimmy, Diana and I were riding along in our "cyclo-buggy" AKA "light-Strike Vehicle", enjoying our safari ride in the self-ascribed wilderness of the Cultural Village in Yunnan...when Lo and Behold! There appeared before us, A BRIDGE!
And not just any bridge...but a suspension bridge spanning across a wide expanse of water (ok, I'm exaggerating a little...it was a man-made river). Having no other way across (the alternative being making a huge detour to God-knows-where), we dismounted and proceeded with lifting our LSV up the flight of steps, wheeling it across the bridge (we had removed all valuable objects from the vehicle...lest the unspeakable happened to the bridge/vehicle - i.e. "Plop!").

(All the while we were pushing the buggy across, Diana was giggling uncontrollably, and capturing these beautiful shots of our triumphant advance across the river).

At the other bank, Ang Mohs stood in awe, and somewhat disbelief, as they witnessed two Ethnic-Chinese men pushing a wheeled contraption across a suspension bridge which was creaking in protest. Their disbelief soon dissolved as we arrived at their side of the bridge, and sportingly enough, they even offered to help us with the buggy down the flight of steps (see right) - all the time commenting, "They're crazy man!".