Interesting Photos!!!

The Thai direct feeder prep school to Hogwarts. To enter, one has to walk straight into this wall and hope that you aren't too far off from the invisible doorway. They recently standardised their curriculum from Thai to Latin. Hogwarts had been complaining that entrants from Tada had been casting Latin spells at Hogwarts with rather hilarious if not dangerous results.


Considering our episodes with conniving Tuk-Tuk drivers and touristy night market vendors, they are surprising upfront about their 2nd tier human offerings. Evidently, disclosure is clearly the way to go even for the pay for play industry, let alone certain charities...


I can think of a few new class acts:

- Pussy bake cake Show!
- Pussy walk dog Show!
- Pussy does PhD (complete with dissertation and oral defence) Show!
- Pussy goes to Manhattan Show!
- Pussy fighting Show!
- Pussy birth pussy Show!

The last one is particularly good, I think, for it's extensible potential.

Oh, and the Patpong Go-go bars and such were closed for Buddhist Lent Day. My parents were so disappointed.

More Night Photos!!!

I like the night photos the most. Especially those slow shutter exposures saturated with colour that seem so surreal. Most of these arty farts in this and previous posts were taken on my solitary romps through and around Bangkok. So here goes:


An eerie alley that was really much darker than in the photo. I was freaked out of the possibility that the 2nd inward photograph might turn out something I shouldn't and wouldn't want to see.


The place I blogged from with the free Wi-fi. Quite cool. Lots of seating upstairs. Food and beverages are cheap as per Bangkok. (Notwithstanding con jobs of course. Read earlier article on said con job.)


Blue building and bike. Zebra crossing in Silom/Patpong Area.


Silom/Patpong Area again. As you probably can see by now, I'm a sucker for slow exposures of night traffic.


Rama IV Highway. Under Rama IV Highway.


These were taken of the Victory Monument and the roundabout around it. Notice the hap-hazard light-scribes. Traffic rules are fuzzy in Thailand but traffic is surprisingly accident free. Unlike in Singapore, Thai drivers don't consciously drive into pedestrian and cars. They stop even if you are clearly not crossing at a designated pedestrian walk, sans swearing even.


The bright lights make the whole photo look rather Tokyo-ish methinks. This one is taken on my way back from the Victory Monument.

More Day Photos!!!

Yeap, I'm back. So here are the photos I took and cared enough to upload to Flickr. More to come.


Inside Mah Boon Krong (MBK). It's the best. Sorta like a night market with shopping centre comfort. Think of it as a Suntec City-sized Annexe. Prices are reasonable as locals shop there too.


Odd looking sculptures at Benjasiri Park. They look rather rude to me, honestly. But then, most things look rather rude to me.


A medallion and a building, and a macro of some flowers getting some from a bee.


Pigeon. Pigeons.


Highways and Skytrain Tracks.


A skytrain clad in iPod goodness. Cab number of the only cabby we encountered during our entire stay in Bangkok that volunteered the use of the meter. 4D anyone?

Me (not) so horny. Not now anyway.

Just arrived at the cafe with free Wi-fi at Patpong again. What a trip. Every 3 metres was some inconspicuous Thai grabbing my arm (yes, my arm) saying: "Dee-Wee-Dee? Wee-Cee-Dee?". Failing to garner any response, they proceeded to offer bolder pursuits: "P-o-o-r-r-n? P-o-o-r-r-n?".

No, I don't freakin want your dirty porn. You can shove your 200 baht scum! I want no such filth! I am no dirty guy! I am a decent upright gentleman and I download my porn from the net just like any decent upright gentleman would! Free! Sheesh, and the good stuff too, mind you, not some cast off from Eastern Europe featuring obviously either malnourished or anorexic "p-o-o-r-r-n" stars.

Night Time Photos, Photos, Photos!

A wall. With graffiti.


Outside Central World Plaza which is undergoing some works.


Gaysorn Shopping Centre. Sells ('Displays' would be a better verb actually, cos nobody buys anything) nothing but designer up market shit.


Just outside of Gaysorn. Ratchadamri Road.


Ratchadamri Road that leads to my hotel. Something of an Orchard Road of Bangkok. From here all the way to MBK and Siam Centre. But quite some major works are underway in between now.


Along Ploenchit Road towards Erawan.

Thailand, the city of conniving tuk-tuk drivers

As some of you may already know, I'm in Thailand now... with my parents... sharing the same room... the drama.

First there was the plane. Tiger Airways. Let's just say at one point of the flight, images from the pilot episode of LOST flashed passed my eyes (not to mention someone's badly fitted toupee).

It was not funny.

"Doo doo du... why is this guy reclining his seat in a budget flight... doo doo du... hmm, how odd... he has a toupee and dandruff... doo doo du... and male patterned baldness... and an impacted wisdom tooth too... ooh... what are these... free peanuts? Oh wait budget... there be no free peanuts on budget flights... (rumble rumble, swoosh, plummet plummet) FUCK! What was that!?! ARGH!!! Are the wings still there? Why is this guy's head in my crotch? Why is my seat so damp?"

You know, the engines are one of those things that budget airlines just shouldn't scrimp on. And pilots. I mean, I do understand that he was the "Star Bus Captain of the Month" 8 times in a row and all, but even then.

The next noteworthy event had to be our first supper. I must admit that I had been forewarned by several friends. Yet, when my dad decided to go with some taxi to some 'cheap cheap' seafood restaurant, I said nothing. Well unless the Thais here routinely have SGD $200+ seafood meals, our meal would hardly qualify as 'cheap cheap'. 'Cheap cheap' to monkeys earning 'peanuts' perhaps, but not to us.


Following the slight-fucking-turbulence and after the man in front finally relinquished his unceremonious occupation of my lap. Maybe I should have paid more attention to the safety-vest blowing segment of the entertainment just now... hmm so what does that red handle do...


Curious Timmy: "Why is nice lady strapping me to her lappy?? Why is nice lady having big big flashlight in her pocket??"


My hotel, and the proverbial 'nicer hotel' just beside.


Minutes before this plate would be filled with seafood costing upwards of SGD$200. At least the food was palatable. But in between swatting mosquitoes, the SGD$200 really went down hard, almost like swallowing mouthfuls of 'peanuts'.


Imagine the insightful political tête-à-tête you will have.


What an odd question to ask. Should be: Would you like to have a smaller one? To which the reply should be patently: No, thank you please.

But then her arm is probably too short for all that. Perhaps the question should be: Want longer one? Now that's a pertinent question.

How to stop masturbating...

Have a good old game of Water Polo of course!



Of particular interest:

"Avoid physical intimacy (heavy petting and "French kissing"). It can be difficult to stop in time."

WTF!?! And with scare quotes around French kissing no less! (To differentiate it from actual amorous French people vigourously kissing perhaps?) What do they think can possibly happen?

"Oh my Gawd! If you don't stop "French kissing" me, I might accidentally penetrate you... Argh! Oops, too late... damn it... Wanna play water polo?"

Thenuga pointed out that the girl in yellow seems to be wearing a bathing suit that stretches peculiarly far. I told her she's probably pregnant from all that "French kissing".