The Man Blog Does Singapore
July 13, 2007So I went to Singapore a week ago on business (yehehes) and here are some of the photos that I took during my four-day stay:
I didn’t go to the famed Singapore Zoo, but here’s a poster advertising the place, and it shows a tiger, and some sort of bearded lion-monkey. I bet that the latter would be considered a sage among his cat-chimp peers. Seriously, who can tell me what the fuck that animal is?
Here’s a photo of the Merlion, Singapore’s most recognizable landmark. It appears as if the Merlion had one too many drinks last night. And for some odd reason, he reminds me of my friend (and fellow Man Blog editor), Bim. I wonder why.
Riiiiiiight. Speaking of Bim, it was his birthday last week. Greet him or I will punch you in the genitalia.
Speaking of genitalia, here’s a photo of the Esplanade, a.k.a. Singapore’s Clit. I know, jackass, there are two of those, side by side, so why skip the obligatory “Singapore’s Boobies” joke, yeah? Well I was only able to take a photo of just one so bite me.
Here are two Singaporean buildings whose only interesting quality is that they look like Tetris blocks. Yep, I skipped the obligatory “They look like Mikey’s Bird” joke, too.
Speaking of Mikey, and since I’ve run out of photos to post, here’s a picture of his favorite actor of all time: Rico Yan.
Look at him. So youthful. So vibrant. So… full of life. Yep, I went there. For those who don’t get it, Rico Yan’s been dead for a while. Not that I find it funny. I’m just saying. Dude’s dead.
Anyway, Singapore’s a great place to live in, but not if you’re a douche who thinks of laws as mere suggestions. Seriously, getting caught jaywalking there would cost you 200 Singaporean Dollars. And you can’t smoke just about anywhere. I bet that if your shit doesn’t come out brown, they’d jail you for it. Need I remind you that they still hang people there. So it’s best to always be on the safe side while you’re in the city-state.
Shopping’s not too good, either. Their DVD releases have cuts, what the fuck. But, oh my God, the ladies. I could count 8 chicks for every 20 meters that I’d walk. I’ve been told that the industries there pay really well, too. It’s a country on the rise, and save for their strict implementations, it’s not such a bad place to make money off and to get the most boinkable women.
