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  1. YimSiam

    Roses For Tilac

    It's the internet - one must pronounce dumbassedness at every possibly opportunity, I'm afraid, lest the powers that be cancel one's paypal account as punishment. Is there not a previous pam-like gf-like creature who might be willing to find some roses and deliver them on a promise of future repayment in full? Thai girls, they do enjoy a love story, I believe.
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    Roses For Tilac

    FFS, send the lady some money for a party with her friends. I realize it's your first or second time to Thailand, so you may entertain dumbass ideas like 'oooooh, roses!' or what-the-fuck-ever you are thinking. But just send her some money and tell her its for a party for her friends, or nappies for your kid, or a top-up on the lottery and be happy.
  3. Could the ASEAN countries get together and agree to just sell one of the countries outright to China, on condition that the others are left alone? Or two, maybe three. Give China Cambodia, Singapore, and Brunei, and build the fucking wall(s)...
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    Street Vendors To Get Kicked Off Khao San Road

    You're a lucky man, to be so easily amused. Cherish that capability, because when it's gone, it's gone.
  5. YimSiam

    Best Ways To Manage Your Traveling Money.

    If the best fence you can afford is barbed wire, you can't afford a horse. Mutatis mutandis on the Thai trips.
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    Nothing New Here, Move Along,

    Transparency, really. Make sure things are open and transparent, and that its the country that benefits.
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    One For Some

    Gets harder and harder every year to get that elusive Boy Scouts knots badge, doesn't it?
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    Landmark Hotel

    For my 100 bucks, I'd go for something that is better value for money - but I can understand the desire to be right there, and sometimes a place just seems like the right place to be. The Prince? Now that's an unusual choice, but a nod to some earlier days. And better than the Prince Palace, the haunted bad-luck hotel...
  9. But... aren't all Buddhists born again? During that time I recall cursing that name, oh Purachai you bastard, you've closed the bars again! And it was terrible, sure (albeit not as terrible as the season of the drug killings... early closing time more of an inconvenience than a wanton bloodletting) But the spirit was there somehow still, you could always find some place to party all night, even if it wound up the pavement at the mouth of soi 13 (which has not always been the African drug bazaar, boys and girls - it used to just be drunk farang and drunker thai chicks having a good time, no underlying tension, not even when the monks passed, and the skytrain started rolling again, or when the sidewalk filled with workers in the bright sun of morning, and me an Buriram Dao or Long-hair Lek and company would finish off the last of myriad beers, and finally grab that cab to the PB or penthouse hotel... Ah, but I digress. Purachai time sucked, but it was still fucking great. Plus, there was often some talk about the zone plans, and so somewhere some of the places would have been allowed to stay open. Come to think of it: I was working in Bangkok back then, normal hours - 9 to 9 or later usually. It's probably a good thing that during that period, I would have often been encouraged to go home with the closing of the bars - or I would have missed even more work that I did, and might not have used that job as the springboard to the career I'm still working in. Maybe Purachai saved me, who knows. But I still detested those two smug lifeless dudes playing out their cynical bullshit - T and P... enemy mine... (eventually came around to appreciate Richy Rich Squarehead as a symbol, but as a dude, no.
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    Nice Videos Of Freelancers

    Alright, just skipped through a bit of it - subconsciously willing the footage back to 2001-2006, even a bit after - the (for me) glory years of Nana carpark, the freelancer scene... but that ain't it, that's the unpleasant anxiety of current-day Bangkok - all dressed up but no fun around, just the bare bones of what once was. I suppose everyone thinks their time was the prime, of sorts - I know the 98-07 period can't compare to what must have been a special magic 20 and 30 and 60 years before... but as far as fun wild good times with the girls, the early oughts was pretty damn good. Beer bars here and there throughout lower Suk, things pretty wild and free, still that palpable sense in the girls that sure they'll go along for the ride, because that's what they do, but earnestly. Goddamn but didn't I fuck myself up by setting myself up to spend first summers then years in that environment - when that's your weekend all year long and you're a young guy with a job you love and nothing to tie you down, and you'd rather be lo-so in the gutter than hi-so in the clouds - what could be better than drinking your way through those nights, eventually learning your way along the wooden boards laid across the muddy paths of this 3 am warren or that dawn-light slum... It's like I was throwing myself down a hill, but the damn hill wasn't steep enough for one good fall, I just kept getting up and throwing myself down again a bit more, a bit more. 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. Huh. YimSiam
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    Nice Videos Of Freelancers

    Just spent some days in Bkk and Pattaya - was struck by the number of falang that I noticed had a palpably creepy vibe - the kind who would tape these girls clandestinely, obsessively - but especially the dudes who seem totally engrossed in watching a shower or lesbian shower, mouth-breathing, endless staring. Feels like there's some weird ones here...
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    A Request To Cancel My Account.

    Sir Charly, Bakwaan, Nasiadai: I encourage you most earnestly to reconsider your decision. Allow your ID and posts to remain, and if possible, keep producing more! We enjoy your perspective, your enthusiasm, and your candor. YimSiam
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    Cambodia Moves To Outlaw Insulting King

    Guess with everything else pretty much perfect in the country, this law was the only thing left to improve...
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    How Common Is This In Thailand?

    How common is 'School chief allegedly involved with student to face arrest'? Extremely rare, if you mean the arrest (though about as common as Family Mart, if you mean the sexual exploitation of students by teachers and administrators). I have no evidence of this at all, just drawing on my probably errant understanding of Thailand and administrative power, transactional sex, and more than 82 key informant 'interviews' at the former AfterSkool bar.
  15. When I saw the Fiery Jack post on this thread, I figured they'd let you out on bail... Maybe the SOUTH Korean thing was to avoid panic - the last time a couple folks ran through an airport smearing mystery substance on someone's face, it does seem to have turned out to be been North Korean agents. Now we can rest assured that while he is TECHNICALLY because of the laws and so on, an "American" it's clear he's northern Asian, and might be NK. But the TAT and cops say South, so, no worries, airport is secure. Hard to live global shit-slinging headlines down, those are going to stick. May be time to go in for a name change - revert back to that traditional Korean name grandma gave you when you were a kid, Inneokyu! Nice name. In English, translates as: "this boy plays with his own shit too much, do you think he's mental?" Grace of god, grace of god - you have been very very good to me...
  16. Handing out citations for holding a sexy pose in the shadow of Angkor seems a little bit much - those apsaras with the hips, and the shoulders, and the nips on those gravity-free melons... That's way hotter stuff than some Brits and New Zealanders doing some low-end yoga.
  17. I just hit 45 - smoking and drinking and not a lick of exercise in years, and suddenly there's a radical change: same habits as in past years, but now I've blown up by who knows how many kilos, I'm scared to look. Arrived in Thailand for a quick visit on Friday, and the universal greeting appears to be "what happened?! now you are SO FAT!" And they're right - time to start resisting my physical decline... Have always thought I had an average physique - yet suddenly I see some blend of Trump and Weinstein looking back at me, naked, when I get out of the shower. Fucking Trump! Me! What happened...
  18. YimSiam


    Is it really supposed to be Smoochie? Nobody smooches escorts - not in Bangkok, not anywhere - do they? I mean, rimming, CIM, lesbian rough, DP by ladyboys - that's all par for the course, of course. But smooches? These boys in Suffolk have a thing or two to learn about the biz.
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    Alright, following up: First off, perhaps I set up a slightly difficult situation by making a 5 am or so decision to try out the new system - being out from late afternoon on a less-than-triumphant return to Thailand after many months, I was not in the best of form. But the online system is indeed simple, even an idiot, drunk, at 5 am, can successful navigate the thing to the point that someone resembling the online pictures eventually knocked on my door. Big points for convenience, even if she did come half an hour late due to 'traffic'. To her credit, she called in advance to inform me, and I take into consideration that she went to bed at 3 am (after who knows what assignation) and was on her way to me a few hours later. Also, I noticed that she was right back up on the site immediately after leaving mine - the virtually version of the soapie girls rejoining the fishbowl after a customer. I have no faith that this outfit has put the proper amount of attention into discretion. It would not surprise me at all to see the details of this appointment appear on some Wikileaks style data dump someday... it just seems very flippant, asking for your hotel, the name you're registered under, your mobile number, an email address - and then they call through the hotel switchboard mainly, plus use your email to get verified confirmation of the appointment. Lots of info going in various directions; clearly I should have created a whole advance fake identity somehow, but... Not going to happen at 5 am. So I feel a bit exposed, possibly. She arrived, she was pleasant, polite, spoke reasonable English for the context... Wore black - helped to conceal some of the variation between the online photos and the reality - I don't mind a girl with a little more heft, but be honest. After the appointment, the service asks you to review her photos and confirm whether they are accurate or not - on one of them, I'm convinced it's just a cleaned up version of her face slapped on the body of a young, lithe goddess. Looked brilliant online, moderate in person (though lively eyes and a cute mouth, I give her that). Basically one of those girls you can find out in those spots open afterhours where the girls sit in a line-up and the punters come in, sit in a booth with the papa-san, drinking expensive drinks and regretting that you've reached a point of almost no return with the girls on offer. Which is to say, nice girl, sweet, but I wouldn't look twice on the street, in a go-go or soapie, etc. Skills were decent bj, not Star of Light or Lolita's, but good enough to get the job done. Otherwise, just a clunky version of a girl who's kind of new to the thing, has been told what to do but doesn't yet get the spirit of it. Not the expertise I would expect for the price (4,500 three hours - gone after 1.5, at my request), and not the good looks that would excuse the lack of skill. They promote an uber-style tracking system, but this is only available to 'premium' members - which I think means you pay a few bucks for a week or two of access to reviews (not available otherwise!), GPS tracking of pussy en route, and, uh, some other benefits. The reviews. All we mere mortals get are the raw scores, 0-5 averaged. All the girls on the site have at least 4, usually 4.6 - there is no way this crop is earning those scores, I do not trust it. I gave a 2 ("could have been better" is the grading cohort). I did feel bad doing it, because after all she's sweet and I just had my dick in her, and I was not exactly in attractive shape myself for the event - and because I didn't know whether she would see my rating and have it linked to me, or would just go into the mix. They should clear that up, make it crystal that the girl doesn't get the linked review, and we'll score more honestly - were mongers, but we're not heartless assholes... As for the uber/gig economy: from what I saw on the site, and from talking to the girl, it's pretty much all just a handful of escort agencies consolidating their bookings and photos on a single site - not independents. But I could be wrong. I often am. And then there is the Ladyboy/Female question... My guess (from looking at the Female photos) is that if you do not have a penis appended to the exterior of your body, you are a Female. If you have a big dick and high-altitude weather balloon tits, you may be designated Ladyboy. That's my guess. If you wnat confidence and clarity about the original and current gender of your date, you had better not pick off a website. It hurts to say it, but... I would have done as well or better grabbing some urchin off lower Suk/soi 4 in those early dawn hours. When they aren't slipping you a knock out drug or lifting a few bills from your pockets, or having a psychotic break in your hotel room, at least those are salt-of-the-earth hard workers down there on the pavements... You should be able to count on brilliant service, or rare looks, doing escort at 4,500. I got neither, just a niggling sense that my personal data is out there somewhere and will probably be online searchable in a year or two... If anyone has advice on how to explain Rimming and COB to curious colleagues and relatives, let me know when the time comes! All the above said, I may well make it a habit - it's fucking easy, and in those wee hours when there's precious few other options... Tap, tap, click click click - knock on the door. Smooci? How are you even supposed to say it? Anyone else have a go and want to share? YimSiam
  20. Exactly - and to get to that point, I'd be guessing it was days and days of spiked drinks and/or crystal... not the boner pills.
  21. I'm thinking the Viagra was pretty much an afterthought, there must be something else going on with this one... I understand that Viagra can enable some pretty poorly considered actions, but full on shit-hurling paranoid psychosis? Seems unlikely. So easy to laugh something like this off as a bit of a prank, some fun and games with your usual naked airport chase scene - until human feces become involved. Note to self: always a bad idea to get involved with your own shit in public. Red line.
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    Reporting for duty as requested... In a moment of inspired desperation, I have placed a booking through the system, and waiting on arrival as we speak. Booking super easy, but alarmingly casual about any kind of data protection, confidentiality, etc. Booking was fast, though communication was unexpected - phone call to hotel, email to private email. A few minutes ago called to say she'll be about 30 minutes late, "traffic". There is no traffic right now anywhere in Bangkok as far as I know (ffs, it's 8 am on a Saturday...) but I will give benefit of the doubt for now. Recently had a paternity test done in Bangkok, the request for scheduling, names, etc all there appeared on the fully public internet immediately after - popped up if you searched my name. Let's hope this outfit has a bit more control over their information... Yes, I'm an idiot for sharing some personal data, I see that now quite clearly. Okay, a bit of porn and CNN while I wait for traffic to thin out.
  23. Any of you geniuses able to direct me to some good information about depression and treatment with anti-depressants, in Thai language? Have a friend who is clearly depressed, and self medicating with alcohol and so on, but cannot bring herself to go to a doctor and ask for a prescription to try some SSRIs/antidepressants. Any help to direct her to Thai language explanation would be appreciated! Thanks, YimSiam
  24. That bridge went down like a house of cards in a light breeze... Lots of 'som nam na' in there, plus a little 'there but for the grace of god go I...'
  25. Last time I was living in Thailand was during that Purachai era, it seemed every month or so there was a new tightening of the screws by him... but my weekends were saved by all night drinking on soi 13 in a pinch, or the all night pick-up club on petburi soi 45, the Lao Chalern... and a little mom and pop shop at the mouth of Soi Wat Amphawan near my apartment, saviors on many occasions... Beer gardens - and beer bars, more importantly - must live on...