Thursday, March 15, 2007
Back from the Land of Tom Yam Kun
So I’m back….
This trip was a rather fruitful one. I think I sounded intelligent and professional enough during my interviews… they went very smoothly. I think I even looked the part of a smart reporter… do you know how frigging uncomfortably hot wearing a suit in our tropical climate can be? I’m sure all those people you see walking down shenton way breezily have build-in air conditioning units in their suits.
So I’ve started writing my articles… always with this mental image of Woody Allen banging away at a typewriter in my head; don't’ ask me why, I just have that image.
Didn’t do much shopping, save for a novel from AsiaBooks and oh, just 2 suits, 2 skirts, and 2 blouses. Got them done at a tailor for a very reasonable price of US$189… and He paid for them :D
I swear the tailor guy, while measuring me up, had his fingers lingering on parts of my body for a longer period than was necessary. I felt a little violated. He didn’t believe me when I complained to Him at first, but later, He noticed it during my last fitting. The tailor guy kept telling me how nice and long my hair is – normally I’ll feel very flattered and happy, but to have the same guy repeat it many times, well, it turns freaky after a while. While measuring my bust, his fingers rested directly over my nipples – at first I thought it was just an accident, but after a while, I thought, wait a min, that’s not really necessary! And when he measured the groin area… I felt violated.
Oh well.. I shall just comfort myself by thinking that I just have too appealing a body to resist.
I try, at least.
He brought me to this place called ‘Cabbages and Condoms’ – a restaurant whose profits fund this non-govt charity, Population and Community Development Association (PDA). Why the word ‘condoms’ in the restaurant name, you ask? Well, rural people = more babies – more mouths to feed – more strain on the wallet. So the PDA educates people on family planning and of course, sex safety via condoms and birth control pills. That was the initial game plan. Now, they’ve also branched out to other areas which need help like providing school lunch money for the tsunami kids, scholarships, and environmental conservation. Apparently, they now also a resort place in Pattaya.
But all the good charitable works aside, the place serves up good food… like, really good food. Probably one of the best eateries I’ve ever been to in all my trips to Bangkok. And the deco was lovely too… trees all around, wooden and bamboo paneling, potted plants, lights… creates a very exotic tropical sort of atmosphere.
We didn’t do the whore sightseeing this trip… and I had such mixed feelings about it. I’ve been to Nana Plaza before, and thought it might be interesting to visit Soi Cowboy – I know, how much different can it be, right? Still pretty much the same thing – girls in pieces of cloth selling themselves. But there is that bit of curiosity to satisfy.
Yet on the other hand… these clubs… they leave a very bitter aftertaste in the mouth after you’ve left. I dun think I’ll ever be able to understand how men could find girls (and some ain’t got pleasant bodies or pretty sweet innocent faces, mind you) with no expression in their eyes, and totally empty faces shifting their body weight from one foot to another in their attempt to dance. Granted, there are girls who can dance and even know how to behave as though they’re really enjoying it… but for the majority… you can just smell the air of desperation hanging about them. It’s just major depression, big-time. And you wonder, how could guys possibly enjoy all that? Especially the angmohs (called ‘farangs’ in Thailand)…. I mean, do they like, not get any at all back home?
Some would say, oh, but there’s all those tiger shows in Patpong for example… interesting what, see girls shoot darts from their cunts to burst balloons…. Or ping-pong balls, depending on which segment of the show you’re watching… and a whole other variety of insertions. But, well, err, how fun is that? He brought me to see such a show on our last trip… in the beginning, it was quite interesting. I sat there thinking, how the fuck did she do that?!?! Gosh I really have got to do more of those tightening exercises. But it just got tiresome after a while you know… and I felt disgusted by those young angmoh guys whistling away in glee when a girl shot a ball right into the face of one of their mates. Sigh… probably virgins.
But anyway…. It’s like a love-hate relationship…. You got curiosity to kill, and you know the girls need the money. Yet on the other hand, it is a complete turnoff for me, and another reminder of how some guys can be such losers. :p this trip… I was quite tired, and was also not really in the mood for all that, even though I had brought clubbing clothes along. And when He also didn’t like, want to go to those places, I felt guilty, wondering if He somehow caught that lack of enthusiasm from me. :P
Oh well.
But this trip was a really good chill-out one… work to do, yes… but in the evenings, He relaxed, and we’ll just chill. And later at night, He’ll get all energetic on me big grin
So yup… nice nice nice.
Next trip is a girls’-only one… off to Phuket in a month… I really cannot wait for that! :D then maybe back to bbk for another exhibition.
This trip was a rather fruitful one. I think I sounded intelligent and professional enough during my interviews… they went very smoothly. I think I even looked the part of a smart reporter… do you know how frigging uncomfortably hot wearing a suit in our tropical climate can be? I’m sure all those people you see walking down shenton way breezily have build-in air conditioning units in their suits.
So I’ve started writing my articles… always with this mental image of Woody Allen banging away at a typewriter in my head; don't’ ask me why, I just have that image.
Didn’t do much shopping, save for a novel from AsiaBooks and oh, just 2 suits, 2 skirts, and 2 blouses. Got them done at a tailor for a very reasonable price of US$189… and He paid for them :D
I swear the tailor guy, while measuring me up, had his fingers lingering on parts of my body for a longer period than was necessary. I felt a little violated. He didn’t believe me when I complained to Him at first, but later, He noticed it during my last fitting. The tailor guy kept telling me how nice and long my hair is – normally I’ll feel very flattered and happy, but to have the same guy repeat it many times, well, it turns freaky after a while. While measuring my bust, his fingers rested directly over my nipples – at first I thought it was just an accident, but after a while, I thought, wait a min, that’s not really necessary! And when he measured the groin area… I felt violated.
Oh well.. I shall just comfort myself by thinking that I just have too appealing a body to resist.
I try, at least.
He brought me to this place called ‘Cabbages and Condoms’ – a restaurant whose profits fund this non-govt charity, Population and Community Development Association (PDA). Why the word ‘condoms’ in the restaurant name, you ask? Well, rural people = more babies – more mouths to feed – more strain on the wallet. So the PDA educates people on family planning and of course, sex safety via condoms and birth control pills. That was the initial game plan. Now, they’ve also branched out to other areas which need help like providing school lunch money for the tsunami kids, scholarships, and environmental conservation. Apparently, they now also a resort place in Pattaya.
But all the good charitable works aside, the place serves up good food… like, really good food. Probably one of the best eateries I’ve ever been to in all my trips to Bangkok. And the deco was lovely too… trees all around, wooden and bamboo paneling, potted plants, lights… creates a very exotic tropical sort of atmosphere.
We didn’t do the whore sightseeing this trip… and I had such mixed feelings about it. I’ve been to Nana Plaza before, and thought it might be interesting to visit Soi Cowboy – I know, how much different can it be, right? Still pretty much the same thing – girls in pieces of cloth selling themselves. But there is that bit of curiosity to satisfy.
Yet on the other hand… these clubs… they leave a very bitter aftertaste in the mouth after you’ve left. I dun think I’ll ever be able to understand how men could find girls (and some ain’t got pleasant bodies or pretty sweet innocent faces, mind you) with no expression in their eyes, and totally empty faces shifting their body weight from one foot to another in their attempt to dance. Granted, there are girls who can dance and even know how to behave as though they’re really enjoying it… but for the majority… you can just smell the air of desperation hanging about them. It’s just major depression, big-time. And you wonder, how could guys possibly enjoy all that? Especially the angmohs (called ‘farangs’ in Thailand)…. I mean, do they like, not get any at all back home?
Some would say, oh, but there’s all those tiger shows in Patpong for example… interesting what, see girls shoot darts from their cunts to burst balloons…. Or ping-pong balls, depending on which segment of the show you’re watching… and a whole other variety of insertions. But, well, err, how fun is that? He brought me to see such a show on our last trip… in the beginning, it was quite interesting. I sat there thinking, how the fuck did she do that?!?! Gosh I really have got to do more of those tightening exercises. But it just got tiresome after a while you know… and I felt disgusted by those young angmoh guys whistling away in glee when a girl shot a ball right into the face of one of their mates. Sigh… probably virgins.
But anyway…. It’s like a love-hate relationship…. You got curiosity to kill, and you know the girls need the money. Yet on the other hand, it is a complete turnoff for me, and another reminder of how some guys can be such losers. :p this trip… I was quite tired, and was also not really in the mood for all that, even though I had brought clubbing clothes along. And when He also didn’t like, want to go to those places, I felt guilty, wondering if He somehow caught that lack of enthusiasm from me. :P
Oh well.
But this trip was a really good chill-out one… work to do, yes… but in the evenings, He relaxed, and we’ll just chill. And later at night, He’ll get all energetic on me big grin
So yup… nice nice nice.
Next trip is a girls’-only one… off to Phuket in a month… I really cannot wait for that! :D then maybe back to bbk for another exhibition.
