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Posted buffalo_bill on 08 January 2016 - 12:32
Sadness befalls me when I read Mr Nasiadai´s analysis of how he spent 6000 Baht just for intoxicating himself . I may again offer the Bubi approved system of spending a nice evening in peace and resulting in true love , though temporary :
Oil massage 600 Baht
Go shoppping with madamoiselle 1000
Take dinner with mademoiselle 1500
Go hotel with mademoiselle ( maybe ) 2500
Grand total 5600
Any furthert comment would be superfluous .
Usually , gentlemen , the 2500 extra services would even cover a longtime rent as the magic presence of hansum Bubi usually creates lazyness supported by a flatscreen TV . And to release the final secret of the international nightlife industry : gentlemen with proper massage skills could expect extraordinary results even from a daughter of the Isaan who thinks she knows everything .
Over to you
Posted Flashermac on 22 January 2015 - 02:08
Posted Coss on 14 April 2017 - 19:19
Posted buffalo_bill on 18 October 2016 - 07:05
Posted khunsanuk on 16 May 2016 - 08:05
Yeah, you kinda just stumbled into the online version of a old British pub in a village with a population of 200
Anyway, good to see some new blood. Welcome.
Posted YimSiam on 20 April 2016 - 15:59
Posted Coss on 29 November 2015 - 21:44
I'd dispute this last, as I feel I am a Culturist. I don't dislike people for their race, but I do dislike people, mainly for their failings and very often for their culture.
Today, I've come to a point wherein I am tired of being the enemy. Save for the posts on this board I conduct myself in life as a reasonable, polite, intelligent and articulate individual. Some who may have met me, may be able to confirm this. And yet when I'm in the Western Wasteland, I am treated with such casual disdain and denigration, that I've had enough. I'm a Middle Aged, White, Plump, Hetero, Male. I'm not evil and I'm not the cause of all that is evil.
I relate to you, dear reader, an occurrence today, of small and seemingly insignificant moment. Were it not for the myriad of similar slights I have received in Middle Earth on a daily basis, this would go unnoticed. But cumulatively, the weight of the previous volume of effrontery, has moved me beyond the tolerant and even meek acceptance, that has previously coloured my persona.
What happened; I park my car on the street, as many do in my neck of the woods. I was parked between two driveways on the public road with plenty of clearance all round, legal, considerate, normal parking. I was filling the water in the screen washer reservoir. Me standing in front of my car. The driveway ahead of my car issues forth a convertible BMW (top up). The driver's window is lowered and a middle aged bottle blonde woman, berates me for parking where I have, using reasons that devolve on her having difficulty seeing through my car. She was less than polite and used a tone of one who has entitlement. The gist of her attack was apparently, that I should park elsewhere, on the public road, with legal parking all along it.
As I was somewhat taken aback initially, by her verbiage, I smiled and said I would move my car. Only when she had gone did I sense a rising tide of injustice. As my ire became more prominent, I thought more and measured the distance to her driveway from my car, three metres or nine feet in the old school. That's certainly not too close. The car was two metres or six feet in the olden rules, from the driveway behind my car. From this driveway, coincidentally, an old man had driven, some few minutes earlier, and he had nodded in greeting as one does to friendly and affable people.
So rather than dwell on why it is incumbent for women in NZ, but not in Laos or Thailand, to spend their time denigrating men such as I, I've come to a pass, which once crossed, will not be re-travelled.
As I say, despite my posts on this board, in real life I am well behaved, polite and amenable.
I'm going to take on these bitches and poke them with pointed sticks, much as one uses an implement to disturb fire ants without being bitten, I'm going to give these cows something to be inferior about. Mind you, I'll probably get arrested, for being rude to a woman.
God knows it's possible. I've had enough of these people, they have every right to their opinions, but I will no longer subjugate mine.
Posted buffalo_bill on 05 January 2015 - 11:38
Posted khunsanuk on 14 October 2011 - 01:43
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Posted YimSiam on 14 February 2018 - 23:22
Not sure whether it's the lucky ones or the not so lucky, but I guess most guys either run off home and get started on the life that's been waitng for them while they sewed their wild oats etc, or some guys find the girl that's the one he goes in deep for, gets married, changes the story line, reaches something of an ending in the Choose Your Own Thai Adventure series... Not me, oh no! I resisted - like a fucking donkey, I resisted. No return home to real life, no deepening the Thai life with one true love and etc etc.
But no, I persisted.
Just kept coming back - even right to that Nana Hotel sign, I was there last week, and I was there 17 years ago - sometimes it got a little bit deeper, those girls who just wouldn't leave the room, somehow found themselves my girlfriend for some months or so, til it was back to the well for someone new. It got deeper, sometimes, sometimes because she was an angel I couldn't let go, or just because we fit for a while - but mostly it was light, it was just fun, light and fun and stupid and I just drank my incredulous way through it, marveling at the detail, and most always delighted with whoever it was in that taxi on the way home - at midnight, at four, at ten, at two in the afternoon.
Didn't take too long for things to get darker - once you spend a little time on the underbelly of the underbelly, it's not so easy to come back into the light - and if you do, it doesn't look quite the same anymore, though you wish it did.
I still keep going back. I suppose I'm hoping those crazy days will come flashing back, a sudden surprise, but that's not what happens. Mid-forties now, spent the last twenty years away from 'home', country after country about every two years, it goes and goes. But weirdly, it's just now that I am suddenly feeling the acute sense that yes, actually things do change, and when they die they never come back, what you had before, it's gone forever - you're a fool to look, a fool to think that was something other than ephemeral - it's there in your lost memories, and those Isaan girls with their capacity for names, faces and memories - somewhere there's girls turned to old ladies who yes, might remember this or that adventure, kindness, disappointment.
But mostly - it's just gone. That's how things work, which I know, of course - but fuck me, if it isn't somehow hitting me hard on this particular account, the transitory nature of life: my rock, my beacon, has been the freelance late-night girls of Bangkok - even for the Hong Kong years, it was always them... but it's gone.
Posted Specialist on 12 September 2017 - 10:09
I inquired, telling them when I would be in town. I did not hear back, and just about gave up. When I checked my email after arriving in Bangkok, I found their email, that they'd sent while I was in transit. They offered me three possible timeslots, and a choice of 747 or 777. I suggested a slight preference for 777, having logged 28 hours in a 737-800 fixed-base sim, so I was very familiar with the 777 avionics. Either airplane would have been acceptable (and FUN!!!). They scheduled me for Friday, in the 777, brief at 9:30, fly at 10:00-11:00.
I got there at 8:00 AM, since I had no idea what the morning traffic might be like on that end of town. They're up near Chatuchak. I showed up in a business suit, looking absolutely professional and ready to work, and that's exactly how they seemed to treat me, as a visiting professional, a pilot from another airline in for training. At first, they put me in the pilots library, then moved me to the briefing room. A bit after 9:30, the instructor pilot showed up. Quick video about safety procedures in the simulator, quick brief about where we're going to be flying (Hong Kong, familiar airspace to me), and we're all set!
As I said earlier, it didn't become completely real to me until we walked across the drawbridge and entered the simulator cabin. I looked at the instructor station, the observer seat, and then I saw the empty left front seat, waiting for me, and I realized: This was REALLY HAPPENING, I was really going to do this.
Sit down, adjust the seat, discuss a few things, I look around, electronic pre-flight checklist, and then I started a slightly-modified version of my standard pre-takeoff checklist for the 737: MCP knobs set, autothrottle armed, flight directors switches on, speed brakes off, trim in the green range, parking brake set, fuel levers at idle, takeoff flaps set and verified against the indicator, autobrakes RTO (apply full wheel brakes on Rejected TakeOff) (he had them OFF, I set them to RTO, force of habit), gear lever verified down, landing lights on, parking brake release, checklist complete.
I called 40% N1 power (standard on 737), and he corrected me to 60%. OK, 60% N1. We are rolling, engines stabilized at 60% N1, TO/GA (TakeOff/GoAround power button), she accelerates FAST, airspeed indicator is alive, 80 knots, I'm at V1 (commit to fly), Vr (rotate) and I start my pull, V2 (flying speed), and we're airborne and climbing like a homesick angel.
Life is good!
The 777 is a SWEETHEART to fly. She is also, in her way, very different from the 737. If the 737 is a Ford Mustang, then the 777 is a Maybach: much bigger, much heavier, much more refined, much more luxury... and she has enough added power and acceleration to surprise the bleep out of a Mustang driver!
Takeoff, cruise, and approach speeds were about the same as for the 737. Takeoff acceleration was noticeably higher. After landing, the braking action was BRUTALLY strong, and perfectly controllable.
Control forces were noticeably higher. The controls felt tighter, no play AT ALL. The 737 frequently feels like there's a little play in the controls. I found myself using the trim a lot more than I do on the 737, because of the higher control forces.
Handling qualities were different, not better, not worse, just different. I was smart: I turned on the flightpath marker before we first took off, and I used it, and it helped. Just the same, I had my hands full.
She seemed easier to hold on attitude than the 737: that's fly-by-wire as opposed to power-aided mechanical control.
One VERY noticeable difference: the 737 is designed to fly and especially land nose up: flare angle is 6-8 degrees. The 777 flies almost nose-level: flare angle on landing is 1-2 degrees maximum. This did give me some trouble; the instructor pilot had to cue me on it.
Some of the fonts in the displays seemed a little bit different, and, as I observed to a Cathay Pacific captain a few months ago, visiting in his cockpit after the BKK-HKG hop, while waiting for my wheelchair, I could fall in LOVE with the 777's electronic checklists!
I had an absolute great time! Yes, I was working, the entire time, and that is how it should be. We started out with Pilot Flying/Pilot Monitoring protocol, which was good. I'd initially asked him to yell at me if I made one of my standard mistakes while setting the autothrottle controls, and he explained that, under Pilot Flying/Pilot Monitoring, I'd be flying, and I'd call the settings as needed, and he'd make those settings, as well has handle flaps and landing gear. This is straight-up airline protocol, a Very Good Thing, and good experience for me. As we flew, the instructor noticed I had my hands full, and very smoothly transitioned more to instructor. It worked well.
We flew with autothrottle the entire time, but never touched the autopilot. Hand-flying is more fun, and I was definitely NOT ready to fly her on manual throttle just yet.
We flew two complete circuits around Hong Kong International, and two short final approach exercises. He had to coach me a bit on power and flare angle during final. With a little help on the controls from him, I nailed all four landings. Four for four in an unfamiliar airplane with different handling qualities and flight envelope is not bad.
After we finished, and climbed out, he showed me the Airbus A380 simulator, in the next bay over. That thing is HUGE! We walked in, I looked around, he pointed out the side stick controller, and I mentioned that I'd flown the F-16 simulator at General Dynamics / Fort Worth 30 years ago, so I'd flown a side stick before. As much as I am a Boeing fan, it is quite likely that they'll talk me into doing a hop in an Airbus, just to see how the other half lives... :-)
Last part was sit and relax for a bit over refreshments. I had Japanese green tea. I believe this part of their drill is to help the customer relax, come down from the euphoria, and reorient to being on the ground and let the experience sink in.
I did have to apologize at the end for not having any personal cards with me, and I still have to write a final thank-you note.
It was made clear that I was welcome back, just please give them as much notice as possible. I plan to take them up on this, but not until after I've done considerably more preparation work.
Posted migrant on 05 September 2017 - 00:26
Posted Mekong on 10 June 2017 - 10:32
Of Course Corbyn would attract the youth vote, Pandering to the "Remoaners" and scraping tuition fees, how he would fund it I don't know, except Tax The Rich.
I have just been speaking to my Old Fellow, 84 years of age, staunch socialist, FFS he was a Member of Salford Communist Party in the 50's and 60's, Union man through and through ... He Voted Tory for the first time in his life this time.
Tax the Rich ... The Labour Manifesto, I have Posted before but make no excuses for posting again because it is so true
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to £100... If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this...
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing. The fifth would pay £1. The sixth would pay £3. The seventh would pay £7.. The eighth would pay £12. The ninth would pay £18. The tenth man (the richest) would pay £59.
So, that's what they decided to do..
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve ball.
"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by £20". Drinks for the ten men would now cost just £80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes.
So the first four men were unaffected.
They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men? The paying customers?
How could they divide the £20 windfall so that everyone would get his fair share?
They realised that £20 divided by six is £3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by a higher percentage the richer he was, to follow the principle of the tax system they had been using, and he proceeded to work out the amounts he suggested that each should now pay.
And so the fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% saving).
The sixth now paid £2 instead of £3 (33% saving).
The seventh now paid £5 instead of £7 (28% saving).
The eighth now paid £9 instead of £12 (25% saving).
The ninth now paid £14 instead of £18 (22% saving).
The tenth now paid £49 instead of £59 (16% saving).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But, once outside the bar, the men began to compare their savings.
"I only got a pound out of the £20 saving," declared the sixth man.
He pointed to the tenth man,"but he got £10!"
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a pound too. It's unfair that he got ten times more benefit than me!"
"That's true!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get £10 back, when I got only £2? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison, "we didn't get anything at all. This new tax system exploits the poor!"
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had their beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and government ministers, is how our tax system works.
The people who already pay the highest taxes will naturally get the most benefit from a tax reduction.
Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore.
In fact, they might start drinking overseas, where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier
Posted cavanami on 05 May 2017 - 02:20
Posted Coss on 23 February 2017 - 03:41
MLG wants to send a small parcel to the USA from NZ. OK Wrap it and we're off to the post office. Post it in Mid December. No tracking, too expensive.
After two weeks it is not there yet. Detailed explanation about slow post, internationally, especially at Xmas time. OK for now. Husband, "Don't worry, just wait, it'll turn up eventually"
After three weeks it is not there yet. Detailed explanation about slow post, internationally, still especially at Xmas time. OK for now. Husband, "Don't worry, just wait, it'll turn up eventually"
After four weeks it is not there yet. Detailed explanation about slow post, internationally, still especially from Xmas time. OK for now. Husband, "Don't worry, just wait, it'll turn up eventually"
After five weeks, frog march Husband to post office, Husband, "Don't worry, just wait, it'll turn up eventually" make husband query post office worker, no tracking? Oh, Post Office worker, "We could fill out a claim for a missing parcel" So we do.
Letter comes in mail with form and website to fill out details, 20 minutes time doing so. Post Office emails saying they've received the claim and it'll be 6 to 8 weeks while they investigate this. MLG is now angry with Post Office. Telephone rings, relative in USA has parcel, thank you. Husband right, but not forgiven
Posted Flashermac on 24 January 2016 - 07:21
Is it 2016 already? I was stuck in traffic longer than I thought!
Posted Mekong on 13 May 2015 - 10:13
After that we went to buy shoes , a lipstick and a light summer dress for 800 baht somewhere along Suk and agreed it was time to take shower and prepare for dinner .
I cannot shake the image of BuBi out for dinner in his new Heels, Lipstick and a light summer dress!