Business Porn

I was reading about SEO one day when the author made a bold statement: “Controversy = links. Interest = links. Porn = links.”

Obviously, it’s true.

I clicked on the link and went to Gapingvoid and saw it’s most awesome rendition of a cosmic vagina and a sort-of business porn definition.

So to get more traffic just call it porn. Be it wine porn, photo porn, (fill in the blank) porn… As he says, “With Porn, all things are possible.”

How true.
* I bet that my stats for this post will shoot up through the roof in a couple of days!!!

Source: : Gapingvoid

Random Photos with my Handphone

Haji Lane Graffiti
   

Preserved Sausages & Waxed Ducks in Chinatown
  

Socially Responsible Exhibits in Post Museum
(Makisquarepatch is now Doinky Doodles???)
 

Bags, Shoes & Feet in a Haji Lane Shop
  

Poster of Gorillaz-like Cartoons

Damn… I gooood….

Parents Should Be Shot

As the header.

My fingers itch for a M60 when I go past SCGS and ACS at 7am and 1pm when the parent horde descend onto the school for their preciousssss (my precioussss).

And how to spot them?

By the gleaming cars (in the photos below) that obediently line up to get through the school gates. And those who squat all over in the bus bays for their preciousssss (my precioussss). Just like shooting fish in a barrel.

Busking @ Orchard

In the immortal words of Bart Simpson, “I didn’t do! Nobody saw me do it! It wasn’t me!”

Because it wasn’t me.

It was all Mr Yu Hwei Xiang who busked just outside Orchard MRT. He only used sponges with coloured powder to make them.

Look-see & each one costs $10.

 

How to cook kitten

PETA wants fishes to be known as “sea kittens” so that we won’t broil, steam, fry, grill or simply chomp on them. Read the Kamikaze Cookery entry on how to cook them sea kittens.

Modern Love – Facing My Obsession, in the Flesh (title from NYTimes)

A recovering sex addict channels his inner sex demon. It chills my blood to the quick…

“I will make Benoit lie and manipulate and chase sex every hour of every day, until he can’t feel anything anymore, until everything good and decent about him is removed. He needs me. His life is boring when I’m not in charge. I control him. I keep him numb so he can function. I make him feel good, and I make him feel worthless. The minute he steps out of this stupid rehab, I’ll start whispering in his ear. That’s all it takes — whispers. I win. I ALWAYS win.”

Source: NYTimes.com

Hack Your Nose

 SMELL HERBS!   

It’s not as painful as it sounds. You don’t literally chop off your beak and preserve it in a jar of vinegar (which incidentally kills all taste and smell if you drink it).

Hacking your nose (aka sense of smell) involves three test tubes, cinnamon, coffee, two clueless dudes and one clued-in control dude(ette). Apparently, your nose picks up background odours but doesn’t quite know where to place it. It’s known as olfactory adaptation.

This bit of info (translated from a European language via Google) shows you how to test it. The English is a bit weird but that’s what you get for letting a machine do the work.

Source: Oversatt versjon av http://matmolekyler.taffel.se/2008/12/28/jullovsexperiment-hacka-ditt-luktsinne/

Macau: Dice, Wine & Loots of Women

 

“On a recent visit, some 100 women – almost all of them from the mainland and dressed in not much more than a colorful scarf and a sneeze – were available to entertain guests in one of the 26 renovated karaoke rooms.”

That, I never saw when I tripped through Macau a couple of years back.

But it was a day-trip. Both wine and women appear when the sun sets.

Had I stayed, I would have seen many gorgeous women endlessly waltz through hotel lobbies (for example, the very Las-Vegan Lisboa Hotel) while the “classier” variety were paraded by their KTV Mamis “in not much more than a colourful scarf and a sneeze” (accurate blow-by-blow account here).

Most of the women are mainland Chinese (as mentioned in the excerpt), with a handful of Vietnamese and Eastern Europeans, who enter the Special Administrative Region without much fuss. They might be in Macau to satisfy Stanley Ho’s enormous appetite for tits and cracks.

Apart from him, the women cater mostly to gamblers. Winners celebrate using them; losers console themselves in them. Non-gamblers and alternative tourists do not need fret. Nowadays, there are deals known as “honeymoon” deals (pasted all over ferry terminals to Macau) that “include a woman, a room and several hours of whatever for about HK$1,900  [SGD$400]”.

And if you’re hungry after whatever, Macau’s got pretty good Wanton Mee somewhere between casinos and churches.

Source: Macau & Cotai Strip Casino Guide | MeiGuoRen’s blog | Macau.com (a travel agency)

Eyes Burning

 

It happens after too many hours of staring at a wide-screen monitor. Imagine how much worse if it’ll be on my Netbook. Uggh.