Saturday, February 04, 2006
It came from above
Singapore, roughly translated from Malaise, means Lion Island. The story is that a Malaysian prince, on a visit to Singapore, saw a loin.
That’s about it. He saw a loin and went home.
All he remembered about his trip was that he was on an island and that there was a lion. One wonders how much time he spent down here. Did he just see the lion and leave? Because the food courts here are great. If he didn’t have time to go to the food court he was one “missing-out” kind of guy. On the other hand, if it was a big lion, I suppose I would have beat it out of town pretty freakin quick too. It’s like the beginning of Rocky and Bullwinkle:
Malaysian Prince: Hey, Rock. Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!
Rocky: Again?
Malaysian Prince: Nothin up my sleve... (RIP) Presto!
Loin: ROAR!
Malaysian Prince: That’s enough of that shit, Rock. Let's beat it back to Malaysia!
Rocky: ...And now here’s something we hope you’ll really like.
He must have been eating or something when he said it because the word Singapore is nothing like “Singa Pulau”. (the Malaysian words for, “lion island”). Below is a picture of the famous Singapore Merlion.
Half fish, to symbolize Singapore’s port city past and it’s dependence on the sea, and half lion because of that prince with the hat and the flying squirrel friend. There is water shooting out of his mouth and into the harbor for reasons no one could tell me. I think it might symbolize the sailors who came to town and had a few to many on the old Clark Quay.
As long as we’re down town, here’s another interesting thing on the river. It’s a junk sweeper. It scoops up floaters and a conveyor belt tosses it into a bin in the back. These guys are so clean they even scoop out the river. (white fish and all)
Finally, here is a little red can for burning things. It has hearts and flowers on it. I’m pretty sure it’s not for burning little girls. What is supposed to go in there, I don’t know. Guesses anyone?
So,…
Where did the underpants come from?
The truth is that they fell from the sky. That’s what I told my wife and that’s the story I’m sticking to.
Here’s where the people live. This is the picture you’ll never see in the travel books. A plain old apartment block. This is where the guy who makes the drinks at the Long Bar lives. This is where the guy who has to scrub the Merlion every summer lives. This is where the Capitan of the HMS Scoopy lives.
Those poles sticking out aren’t flags that’s their laundry. I guess clothes dryers are a bit of a luxury here in Singland. By the way for my non computer friends, if you want a closer look at a picture on my blog, just click on it.
Down at the base of the building is the food court. A great place to get an exotic meal (and any number of intestinal disorders) for less than $5 Sing.
Next time: Singapore’s famous MER-PRAWN
That’s about it. He saw a loin and went home.
All he remembered about his trip was that he was on an island and that there was a lion. One wonders how much time he spent down here. Did he just see the lion and leave? Because the food courts here are great. If he didn’t have time to go to the food court he was one “missing-out” kind of guy. On the other hand, if it was a big lion, I suppose I would have beat it out of town pretty freakin quick too. It’s like the beginning of Rocky and Bullwinkle:
Malaysian Prince: Hey, Rock. Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!
Rocky: Again?
Malaysian Prince: Nothin up my sleve... (RIP) Presto!
Loin: ROAR!
Malaysian Prince: That’s enough of that shit, Rock. Let's beat it back to Malaysia!
Rocky: ...And now here’s something we hope you’ll really like.
He must have been eating or something when he said it because the word Singapore is nothing like “Singa Pulau”. (the Malaysian words for, “lion island”). Below is a picture of the famous Singapore Merlion.
Half fish, to symbolize Singapore’s port city past and it’s dependence on the sea, and half lion because of that prince with the hat and the flying squirrel friend. There is water shooting out of his mouth and into the harbor for reasons no one could tell me. I think it might symbolize the sailors who came to town and had a few to many on the old Clark Quay.
As long as we’re down town, here’s another interesting thing on the river. It’s a junk sweeper. It scoops up floaters and a conveyor belt tosses it into a bin in the back. These guys are so clean they even scoop out the river. (white fish and all)
Finally, here is a little red can for burning things. It has hearts and flowers on it. I’m pretty sure it’s not for burning little girls. What is supposed to go in there, I don’t know. Guesses anyone?
So,…
Where did the underpants come from?
The truth is that they fell from the sky. That’s what I told my wife and that’s the story I’m sticking to.
Here’s where the people live. This is the picture you’ll never see in the travel books. A plain old apartment block. This is where the guy who makes the drinks at the Long Bar lives. This is where the guy who has to scrub the Merlion every summer lives. This is where the Capitan of the HMS Scoopy lives.
Those poles sticking out aren’t flags that’s their laundry. I guess clothes dryers are a bit of a luxury here in Singland. By the way for my non computer friends, if you want a closer look at a picture on my blog, just click on it.
Down at the base of the building is the food court. A great place to get an exotic meal (and any number of intestinal disorders) for less than $5 Sing.
Next time: Singapore’s famous MER-PRAWN
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