A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

A simple friend wont tell you when they're sad.
A real friend know when you're sad without you telling them.

:)

Who says our English is teruk?
Ours is simple, short, concise, straight-to-point, effective, etc.........

WHEN GIVING A CUSTOMER BAD NEWS
Britons: I'm sorry, Sir, but we don't seem to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.
Singaporeans: No Stock.

RETURNING A CALL
Britons: Hello, this is John Smith. Did anyone page for me a few moments ago?
Singaporeans: Hello, who page?

ASKING SOMEONE TO MAKE WAY .
Britons: Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?
Singaporeans: S-kew me

WHEN SOMEONE OFFERS TO PAY
Britons: Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.
Singaporeans:No-need, lah.

WHEN ASKING FOR PERMISSION
Britons: Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?Singaporeans: (pointing the door) can ar?

WHEN ENTERTAINING
Britons: Please make yourself right at home.
Singaporeans: Don't be shy, lah!

WHEN DOUBTING SOMEONE
Britons: I don't recall you giving me the money.
Singaporeans: Where got?

WHEN DECLINING AN OFFER
Britons: I'd prefer not to do that, if you don't mind.
Singaporeans: Don't want la...

IN DISAGREEING ON A TOPIC OF DISCUSSION
Britons: Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the issue.
Singaporeans: You mad, ah?

WHEN ASKING SOMEONE TO LOWER THEIR VOICE.
Britons: Excuse me, but could you please ! lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here.
Singaporeans: Shut up lah!

WHEN ASKING SOMEONE IF HE/SHE KNOWS YOU.
Britons: Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time.. Do I know you?Singaporeans: See what, see what?

WHEN ASSESSING A TIGHT SITUATION.
Britons: We seem to be in a bit of a predicament at the moment.
Singaporeans: Die-lah!!

WHEN TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT HAD HAPPENED
Britons: Will someone tell me what has just happened?
Singaporeans: Wat happen Why like that....

WHEN SOME ONE DID SOMETHING WRONG
Britons: This isn't the way to do it here let me show you,
Singaporeans: like that also don't know how to do!!!!

WHEN ONE IS ANGRY
Britons: Would you mind not disturbing me
Singaporeans: What the f...!

(: have a nice week!

faint nudging.

huh? i awoke to a start, as i fought hard to lift those heavy eyelids. all was dark. what's going on? my head throbbed as if a thousand needles were pierced into it. a dressing table, at least a dozen other beds, a ceiling fan... that was what i was able to make out the dark and moments ago, i sure felt a prod in the arm. i saw no one as i frantically turned right and left. the room was empty. other than the pain in the head, all my injuries seemed to have recovered, as a vauge memory of an accident flashed in my mind, a serious one i had. hmmm. then out of the corner of my eye, the wooden door at the end of the room slowly creaked open, and there stood an oddly dressed man. he was clad in a leather cloak, and appeared to be in his late sixties. ta, ta, ta... his walking stick made a sound with each step he took as he inched closer to where i was situated, each some echoing through the room, as if light on mirror. huddled in the thick velvet blanket, fear seem to take over me as i pondered his origin and before long, our eyes met.

'ahhh, how are you my boy?' the man spoke with a tinge of maturity yet vibrant despite of his age. 'f-fine, i g-guess.' my voice quivered, due in part to the cold atmosphere and the fear that was building up in me. and all of a sudden, a shot of warmth spread through me as his hand contacted mine. it was a feeling i have never felt before, a feeling of closeness, of family. immediately, i fell into a deep sleep, as tiredness got the better of me. it was a dreamless yet rejuvenating one as my body seem to regain its energy and rigour, like that of the past, or even better. it seemed like hours, or days when i finally woke up. no headaches, no pain in my once battered body. the man was gone, and the room, empty as it was before, but this time, sunshine streamed in from one of the glassless windows, casting shadows of the beds on the stone walls of the room. ahhh, i felt refreshed like never before. i stood up as i decided to explore the place. taking a step over to the window, a view as breathtaking as ever entered my eyes. wow! i was staring at the finest horizons on earth, against an ocean of brilliant blue, and the never-ending sky. furthermore, i realised i was in more of a castle than a hospital, as to the right of my view was one of the many towers, like that of old fairytales with princesses and dragons. 'hey you!' i spun around with surprise as a voice from behind me echoed through the room...