farangbah

Nice reporting, DK! (and a big belated apology for not making it down to your birfday party, mate. I owe you one). Hope this place isn't in anyway associated with the "Number 1" bars up in Chiang Mai. Not likely, but if so, farangbah gots some splainin' to dooooo...

Still managed to perform on the job, dude! But seriously, much obliged for the hospitality, brother. I've been burning the candle at both ends the past couple months...

If they were up your ass you'd know where they were.

Zing! Nice load, though...

Mate, you're talking about one of the sex capitals of the world. There is nothing you can bring through that door that they haven't seen before. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of times... It's a fun challenge to see if you get them to even bat an eye...

Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean, you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffin' away. They want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places. Breaks down like this, okay: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, and if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's illegal to carry it, but that doesn't really matter 'cause, get a load of this, all right; if you get stopped by the cops, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean, that's a right the cops don't have.

Exactly, gents. Playing the long game has so many benefits to it. I think I've impulse-trysted with a girl I'd never met before that day once in the past, oh, at least half a year. Conversely, last Friday night, after a long, hard-won work week, after having started drinking with colleagues at 4pm, I was amazed that I was still "standing" at 3AM. In truth I was nodding off left and right. But one fine friend decided to pay for one of the rooms as I needed to be put down immediately. But somehow being escorted (carried) to the room by the proprietor and some Thai dude I'd never seen before and seeing where I was being placed it, I dunno, somehow aroused me. I asked the proprietor if she would send somebody up. She said sure, who? And I actually said "Surprise me." (I figgered I had nothing in the tank anyway, and just wanted a little playfulness while I drifted off, so it didn't much matter.) This was Guess Bar, and Noon sent up Sammi. When she knocked on the door -- that pregnant pause -- what a rush. Which was only beaten by the rush seeing her come strutting through the door in her thigh-highs and heels, with a gleam in her eye -- and it was go time, boys -- woo! Good times... So, hey, I guess there's something to be said for complete randomness too...

Front page, above the fold, front and center, central photo and featured article in the paper of record: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/06/world/asia/seeking-the-right-to-be-female-in-malaysia.html?_r=1&hp Seeking the Right to Be Female in Malaysia SEREMBAN, MALAYSIA — The feminine figure dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, makeup carefully applied, drew little attention from other customers at the fast-food restaurant in Seremban, a city about an hour’s drive south of Kuala Lumpur. The 26-year-old began wearing women’s clothing at age 13. Thanks to plastic surgery in neighboring Thailand, a daily dose of hormones and a feminine nickname, she is able to present herself as female to the outside world...

Last time I was down there a few months ago I overshot me usual landing spot by a section or two (they all look the same, innit?). Didn't pay much attention other than thinking business had picked up in the last day or two. But eventually I started realizing that the usual couple portly older European gentlemen in their too-small g-string bathing suits had been replaced with lots and lots of Russian families. Must say I rather enjoyed ogling the young Russian MILFs with their pert bottoms. But I do think that crowd is mostly further down the line from our usual mincers...

Ink/"Ing", also formerly of Guess, works there now too, btw...

Her name's Gigi, longtime employee of Guess Bar...

Ok, so lesson learned. To each his own, live and let live...

SiamSam, I think I posed a fair question, and am deserving of at least a response to my query...

Whatever, dude -- Da and Moy are totally the same person...

That's a goocher! I was wondering what happened to that column not twenty-four hours ago, dude!

Good times at the Sunday Happy Hour yesterday. Rallied the troops and we had a good turn out. Lotsa fun. (Iceberg wowed the crowd with his one-handed pool playing (he actually has two hands, he just chooses to play with one)). Mardhi is even threatening to hook up a vat o' chili next time around. Put on some footy highlights. Mix in some scantily-clad ladyboys, and what better way to while away a Sunday afternoon... "It's a well-known fact that man is at his horniest in the afternoon." -- JimSlim

If you discovered it "today" and know it's "quite good" -- meaning you've tried it -- wouldn't that make you "PWD"...?

It has begun. The lead scouts have started parachuting in. On maneuvers with Juri last night. And Curly Mike was on a mission this afternoon. They'll be in formation on the way down to Pattaya from BKK by mid-week...

Rob Halford?

Actually, I think this may, in the end, become the place for the 30-somethings and 40-somethings, and -- gasp! -- even 50-somethings. The kids are over it. I mean, as a kid, how could you respect yourself being associated with something that has a billion people as members? They are over it. I actually polled a roomful of teenagers yesterday about it. They unanimously said they don't go there as much as they used to. They're still doing essentially the same thing, but in different places. As is seemingly logical, the thing became too big for one audience, and now it's fracturing and becoming more niche-oriented...

This is the shit I'm talking about: http://www.bbc.com/news/technology-19699205 How many more of these "untrue" reports do we need before we read the writing on the "wall"...? Facebook has no moral compass...

I really struggle with this issue. Remember like twenty-ood years ago when they floated the notion that "someday we'll all be in our separate rooms, attached to something called 'Virtual Reality'"? Well, the tangible beginning to that end actually happening can be traced back to the advent of Facebook. I don't have time to reinvent the past for all the introverts in high school that finally grew a pair and want to be my buddy. One of the saddest sights to me these days is when you walk into just about any restaurant -- you're virtually guaranteed to see a table surrounded with a group of people and not one of them is talking to each other, but has their nose glued to their phone. I think the title, in the end, should be renamed to "Anti-social Media". But on the other hand, I also know I'm largely missing out on seeing my good friends' kids grow up, and of their adventures. But I just can't stomach some of the policies of this company, and how they have essentially forced the end of any last sense or semblance of human privacy. And nobody seems to care! No, I don't have a Facebook account. But because of my work and the general direction of this world, I sometimes feel the stiff-arm on me... PS -- Dave you've seem to have taken to ThaiFriendly like a fish to water (a little worryingly so, mate, be careful). What if we told you that Facebook was ThaiFriendly times nine hundred million...?

And here I thought this was gonna be about the new iOS6...

I don't think even he and his ample shanks could have elbowed in on that frenzy, mate...

Last night in Cascade was the famous Sai's birfday. A big softy I was with bought her a buncha presents, and she was sat between us. She points to this ginormous spread they're laying out across the room, huge platters piled high as some girls are starting to line up, and says she paid for it for everyone and that I'm welcome to go have some. As I'm contemplating this I'm distracted for a moment by the shift that's working the podiums. I look back at the table and the entire spread has been razed to the ground. Never in my life have I seen a buffet disappear before my eyes like that. Poor girls who drew the wrong dance shift never had a chance...