Skybe's World

Here I was thinking that Lil Wayne got ass-fucked. At least, I hope that the white guy strapped it on before going down.

Good manners. Never never talk with your mouth full.

My pick of the lot… would you go into a firefight without protection? Would you? Eh Eh?

So don’t be stupid.

Remember to strap it on, suck it up, and protect yourself with a condom.

Source: WebUrbanist

From the website “Some images are so expressive that time seems to stand still, and nowhere is this more so than in the work of virtuoso fine art photographer Howard Schatz.”

So true. These images are just the tip of the iceberg.

Source: Environmental Graffiti

Quentin’s serves up amazing Eurasian food.

Formerly at East Coast Road, it has moved to the Eurasian Community House at Ceylon Road. While the previous restaurant had a certain elegance (yah lah, I took photos of the place for my book - “Eat, Drink, Be Merry: Singapore” [shameless plug]), it’s new premise is spacious, laidback and unassuming. The best spots are on the balcony at night where you can see police convoys escort SR Nathan from home to work and back again.

Oh yes, the food.

Eurasian food isn’t common in Singapore (despite the number of notable Singaporean Eurasians). Like the Peranakans, Eurasians are the offsprings of two races. In this case, western colonists and locals (read more about them at wiki), in particular Indians.

This explains why there’s a large number of curries on the menu such as Vindaloo, Devil’s Curry and Babi Assam. And why the dishes are tempered with western cooking sensibilities – the meaty croquette and Smore are examples of western food adapted to Asian palates.

GET TO THE FOOD, ALREADY!!!

At Quentin’s, the food’s amazing (am I allowed to repeat myself?), you won’t go broke, and it’s much better than the Portuguese settlement at Malacca.

The Chicken Curry Devil ($14) was spicy with a pleasantly undefinable aftertaste. The chicken’s chewy but smooth. Oddly enough, there’s cabbage and some sausages floating in the red mix. This is a must-go-for when you’re at Quentin’s. They also have an Oxtail version (haven’t tried that one yet though).

My other favourite is the Patchri ($6) – fried eggplants with sweet and sour sauce. Black on the outside; soft and creamy on the inside. My only gripe: As it’s on the mild side, the Patchri can get lost in other stronger flavours on your plate.

Also go for the Prawn Bostador ($13). Juicy, fresh prawns smothered in a creamy, tumeric sauce with lots of green chillies. It feels a clam chowder and can get quite jelat after a few rounds. But until it does, it’s orgasmic! ET’s tip: Ladle these curries onto a mound of white fluffy rice and mix them up ala Nasi Padang style.

Personally, I’d give the Meaty Croquette (two big fried balls by the way), Singgan Serani, and Babi Assam a miss. They’re not as interesting as the other Eurasian dishes on the menu. If I’d go back again, I’d try the Smore, Sugee Cake, Curry Seku, and Curry Permanta.

My three recommended dishes (about $40 with rice) are enough to feed four fair hungry people. Also, they’ve got a Sunday Brunch ($16) where everything’s done up buffet style for big-eaters and late-risers.

Where: 139 Ceylon Road, Eurasian Community House, Singapore 429744
Tel: 6348-0327 / 6254-4556 or 9147-0146
Website: http://www.quentins.com.sg

Brilliantly animated, filmed and oh-so-creepy.

Did a story on Asian food and cocktails a couple of weeks ago where I got bartenders from Dbl O to create new cocktails for Asian snacks like Hee Bee Hiam (sambal prawn rolls), Soft-boiled peanuts, Bak Kwa (bbq pork jerky) etc… 

Here are my outtakes on the great Asian food & cocktail pairing!

Lester, the photographer, setting up and at work

Fizzy cocktail to go with Bak Kwa

Cocktails for Asian snacks

It’s not a fashionista robot. But a mini, scurrying thing that pushes a faceted ball around on its controller’s commands. Mr Roboto is a smart fella who knows how to avoid thieving robots and dock at his recharging station while looking insufferably cute at the same time.

Imagine a swarm of mini Mr Robotos as they tackle, track and steal the ball enroute to goal.

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

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….

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.

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.

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.

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

 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/

“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)

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.

I actually like the video. It’s minimalist, got plenty of sass and a catchy tune.

In fact, it’s so popular that it has spawned a host of fan remakes on the web – some gender-bending, some cutesy, and too many that are just barf-bag gross. However I applaud them for their balls (or lack of…) in making and broadcasting these fan vids. Hopefully, they’ll get their 5 minutes of fame and comfort.

And, damn man, Beyonce’s ass is so fucking HUGE…

Pantone says that all shades of yellow (<--- on the left) will be the “in” colour for 2009.

Apparently, the recent economic crisis’s gloom and doom can be offset by this colour that’s “invariably connected to warmth, sunshine and cheer — all the good things we're in dire need of right now."

Sure thing. Mr Pantone, sir. Should I colour my clothes Mimosa shade, sir? Just for warmth, sunshine and cheer, eh?

Source: Yahoo; The City Sage: Duh!

Wahaha!!! Hilarious encyclopedia of emoticons as used by your neighbourhood Otaku.

My favourite:  T_T Telephone poles got shoved in their eyesockets

And that's probably the cleanest of the bunch.

Go read the list at Otaku emoticons - Encyclopedia Dramatica.

1. The smell of gasoline in the clear, crisp morning air.
2. Leafblowers bellowing at leaves like some deranged Drill Sergeant Major.
3. Rattling taxis and vans that idle across my house.
4. Taxis beeping like Patpong touts.
5. Friends who arrange to meet, then cancel 1/2 an hour before we meet. (Gosh darnit, I got a life too, you know!)
6. Banks that eye your money.

Things that I’m thankful for…

1. Rammstein – Hirach Tur Mich.
2. A career that isn’t work.
3. Relatively pain-free movement.
4. Loads of books on my tables.
5. Fixing my bicycle. Look out road! Here I come!

I’ve never eaten a cat before. It isn’t because I think it’s cute. It’s simply because I never found a place that sold cat as food. Apparently, they have it in Guangzhou… (Where have I been looking when I was in Guangzhou? Obviously all the wrong places…)

Surprisingly other Chinese are repulsed by the thought of eating a cat. And they’re not bothered by eating man’s bestest friend: dog. I found an LA Times story that narrated a rowdy rescue of a truckload of cats by Shanghainese activists, and a wink and a nudge to save “our furry feline friends”.

Personally, I’ll eat anything that flies, crawls, swims, hops, or walks. Cats, dogs, alligators, snakes, whatever…

Source: Los Angeles Times

PS: If you’re wondering how to cook a stray, try this recipe (from salon.com) – “Cut the meat of a mature cat and a chicken into cubes and steam them until tender with water chestnuts, pieces of fresh sugar cane, fresh ginger root, and preferred herbs. Cat meat is also stir-fried and sautéed by the same Chinese recipes as dog. It is eaten too in China as smoked meat.”

Alright, by now Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan should be nicely settling in their new homes… at the Taipei Zoo. The two Sichunese pandas are Beijing’s gesture of reconciliation between Taiwan and China.

On a less symbolic level, direct air, shipping and postal links were resumed between the two countries after six decades. And more financial contacts are expected as their leaders hammer out the specifics over smiles, alcohol and strong tea.

Hopefully, it’ll pull my Taiwanese unit trusts up from the doldrums.

Source: BusinessWeek

PS: Merry Christmas, everyone!

Fucking brilliant and funny folks who take their cooking very seriously and in the only humanly possible way – with science. Think of them as the culinary version of Mythbusters.

They’ve mounted cooking challenges against celebrity chefs like Gordon Ramsey; explained strange cooking like molecular gastronomy; and cook steaks with vacuum cleaners, thermometer and a blowtorch. (I’ve reproduced the video below from Youtube.) Now they’re on a Fife Diet (something to do with getting to a place, eating wrongly and dealing with train conductors).

Without further ado, on to their show lassies and laddies!

Source: Kamikaze Cookery

…really boils down to one factor – how good you look.

Apparently, “majority of men and women were able to accurately judge whether a person would be a good bet for a committed relationship or were more interested in a fling, just by looking at a photograph of their face.”

The result of a study done by Lynda Boothroyd of the University of Durham, UK. Also, it says (and I paraphrase like nobody’s business) if you’re an attractive woman or a masculine guy, then you’re more likely judged to be inclined towards casual sex – and to participate in it as well.

So show someone your photo and ask them, “Am I good for a fling or more?”

Source: New Scientist

The Red Cross of Argentina (in Spanish) came up with this amazing concept where a melted man in Buenos Aires hands out flyers on the evils of climate change and what you-as-the-average-person can do about it.

Unorthodox. Scary.

Imaginative. Impact.

Now this is advertising!

Source: TreeHugger

Felice Varini is a Swiss artist who paints on architectural and urban spaces. Nothing surprising there ‘cos we’ve got loads of building painters in the world.

But makes his paintings so captivating is that they are only complete at one viewpoint.

Like M.C. Escher, Varini’s works rely heavily on the use of perspectives. For example, that which is a complete circle (he favours simple geometric shapes) at an viewpoint; disintegrates and breaks apart at another view point, just like the circle in the photos below…

Read more about him over at the Poetic Mind.
Source: Cooked Brains