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22-09-2010, 04:18 PM
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It comes with age, I suppose. I remember the urges, when they streamed through my then young veins, were almost unstoppable, and I just gotta have some. Now! With age, now I understand what they mean by stopping to smell the flowers. There's a calm quiet, with which one deals with any emergency. Action without reproach. So now I will depart to you this - Youth is wasted on the young. You might understand its significance when you're 60. 
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22-09-2010, 05:28 PM
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A Menage A Trois In The Making? Part 2
Because bros Bright and XamXam1 are in town this week, I am resigned to hitting the bars nightly while they are here. Not that I am complaining. Really. They are fun to be with, and we get more mileage out of the experience collectively. Their youthful energy rubs off to me. Now, if only I can grow another dick. Last night, with Bright away to BKK on business, XamXam1 and I hit the 136 bars again. First one was the 136 Bar. A SYT attached herself to Xam. She looks maybe 19’ish, tanned in the beautiful way an Indochine can look tanned and beautiful at the same time. A little rough at the edges maybe, but with potential definitely. Maybe the eyebrows needs some ‘manicuring’, hair styled different to highlight her sharp features later on in life, but now she’s Gardenia Bread, ‘good to eat on its own’. Turned out she’s 20, first time working in the bar, maybe even a 2nd grade virgin. Xam was apparently very taken by her and negotiated a USD40 plus USD10 bar fine through another girl who spoke Anglais (I suspect a fee is exacted from her fro the service, the Khmers are enterprising this way).  The SYT Me, I was latched on by a matronly looking because I was paying more attention to Xam’s girl. The matron sneakily staked her ground and the rest of the girls faded away. Danny, a Filipino who makes the circuit in the St 136 clusters as a sometimes 1, sometimes 2-man band, whispered to me there are 2 new girls tonight. Your friend has one, the other one I’ll point her out to you discreetly and you invite her yourself, otherwise the other girls will be peeved with me. Sure. Just then a group of Koreans walked in all the way to the back where they had sofas, and walked out 10 minutes later with a tall fair girl in tow. Wow she looks stunning, very PRC look. Danny doesn’t need to tell me she’s gone for the evening. So I am resigned to the matron although across to the bar I see a pretty one with fairly big knockers. Nah, I’m going to Sizzlers next, just waiting for Xam to establish his presence with the SYT. Verbal foreplay, I called it. I teased her about having 2 of us tonight and she got worried, got the translator to clarify the situation, smiled when she knew we were just mucking around. I knew then Xam’s not going to get a BJ. I’ll be surprised she’d even touch his dick.  Another of the SYT, courtesy of XamXam1 Anyway when I met Xam this morning, it seems all my suspicions were true. I had a good laugh and consoled him at least it was young supple prime meat he had. I like my steaks aged to perfection to bring out the full flavors, just no old cows please.
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#93
22-09-2010, 06:44 PM
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A Menage A Trois No More
We finished our beer after what I think was ample time spent on the SYT to establish some sort of rapport by Bro XamXam1. I hope in my anxiety to see my 2 darlings over at the Sizzlers I hadn’t shortchanged Bro Xam. Lina was with a couple of Singaporeans, I believe. Before I even sat, Tiep was on the seat behind me, smiling. I gave her a hug, crotch on her knee. She didn’t flinch this time.  Some more pics of my darlings together The boss came by the table and I chatted with him. Toyed with him the idea of a Singapore type food court and asked for his opinion. It might work but it’ll cost. Nothing I don’t already know. Some considerations, he added, it must have ample parking, and it has to be big. Half fucked effort gives half fucked results. True. But he didn’t say I want a piece of the action, so much for confidence, haha. And he offered me a piece of his bar’s real estate to pin up advertisement of my restaurant, FOC, on the toilet wall. ‘There’s where customers go and they like to something to distract themselves from their dicks’. I know I would, and thanked him. For this, I’ll buy the girls an extra round of ladies’ drinks.  See the daggers behind the smiles? As he walked away, Lina’s guests left and she came over and gave me a passionate hug, a lingering one, as though she hasn’t seen me in, what, 24 hours? I felt a stirring in my loins. Have you had dinner? She whispered in my ear. Yes, but I am hungry for you. Good, I want to keep you hungry. I will have my revenge when you submit to me. I’m going to eat you until you are at the peak, then I’m going to have a cigarette, and I’m going to do this at least 10 times, until you beg me to do it. Hah! she retorted, you’ll be the one begging me. To stop. Damn, I can’t wait to have her.  Then, the 2 girls chatted away in Khmer, again with me sandwiched in the middle. I wanted to pee, so I broke up the party. When I came back, only Lina was there. We assumed our loin contact position. She told me she might not work in full time anymore, the girls are gossipy and even some of the tuk-tuk and motordop drivers are talking about her and she needed to make more money. So she’ll probably work in a restaurant (I think already interviewed and accepted) where she makes USD80/month and then freelance for ladies drinks at night. Somewhere in here I slip in to her that I need to select one of them as I don’t feel good two timing them openly, and right now she gets my vote. You enjoy it, she said. OK, OK, I do but that doesn’t mean deep down I do. We laughed it off, but the message gets passed through. Then I asked her what she would do if she had money. She replied probably open a hair-dressing salon, or a shop selling clothes, but she confessed she hasn’t really gave it much thought because it seems so unattainable. Her answer seems logical, honest even. Short of some dumb smitten customer giving her a lump sum of money, there isn’t any way for her out of this miserable rut. She’s street-smart, high IQ’d, witty, popular with the customers (how you know? she had demanded), and I’m sure she will do well in her endeavors, but for the present, all I could do is more tips and overpay gladly when she warms my bed.
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#94
23-09-2010, 05:41 PM
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All Is Not What It Seems
A bro asked me, this Lina chick seems like the real thing, if I were you I’ll ‘bao’ her. Now this is one area I’ll tread very carefully. Allow me to relate this story. Some of you may remember it from the posts I made in my Shanghai Nostalgia thread. 2008, Shanghai. I was brought to this KTV by a group Shanghai vets. It was great, the décor, service staff, down to the xiao jie’s. Mama-san brought in batches of girls for viewing. I mentally noted one, eyeballed the rest, and although there were a couple of others who caught my attention somehow this one impressed with her mischievous and playful demeanor. So it was that I selected her. At once the chemical mix was right and we hit off. She was 23 but had the mind much older and the body of an imp. Very fair, rosy cheeked, and when I checked her ears, my heart skipped a beat. Her antitragus, the canal between the tragus and ear lobe was so narrow it almost touched.  Antitragus circled A much older friend I know in Beijing, RIP, told me narrow antitragus indicates small tight pussy. I devote much effort after that to prove or disprove his theory and found, although inconclusively, that there is much to prove he is right. But the research goes on. When we met the next afternoon we both knew the inevitable had to happen. The moment the door closed, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Her skin was cool to the touch and so silky smooth as though she had just dusted herself with talcum. The complexion was tint pink as were her bite sized nipples. Even at the height of pleasure her labia never protrude, and I swear the lips were unmarred by dark pigment. Her Venus mount was very fleshy and in a tight skirt, it’s almost as prominent as a guy walking around in his underwear.  I drank of her honey that day. She climaxed many times. And yes, she had the tightest pussy I had, ever.  She made me promised the relationship would not go further beyond sex, that she would not see me more than during the weekends. That day she left before I even had time to slip a couple of 100s into her handbag, and called me from the KTV to ask me if I had dinner, and before I went to bed. It was blissful. I felt like a teenager in the first throes of love. She broke the promise, many times, knocking on my door unexpectedly, maybe to catch me ‘cheating’, and never took a yuan. Yes, I bought her some duty-free perfumes, dinners, some clothes. The truth is, during that period, I was totally drained and intoxicated by her to even think about another. This went on for about 4 months. One day, she called me, sobbing on the line. She said her bank account has been emptied of her savings by her roommate, some RMB 20,000. Although not a lot of money, some SGD 4,000, I told her to report to the police, and that all ATMs are monitored by cameras and recordings are kept by at least 3 months, and with that evidence she could probably recover a fair amount of the loss. She said OK and she’ll be going back to her hometown soon. That was the last I heard of her. I missed her. About a month later, friends invited me again to that KTV. The mama-san recognized me and called her in. I was so surprised but kept cool, knowing I was that close to being had for RMB20K. The time passed agonizingly slow and I gave her a RMB1K tips and wished her all the best for the future. I mean, I really would have given her that amount had she just asked. The experience jolted me back to reality and I told myself not to let my guard down again. Now in Phnom Penh, I am not about to make the same mistake again. Last week, while hopping from bar to bar with VC, I saw a very fair girl side-riding on a stationary motorcycle outside the bar, her long, long bare legs seemed endless. I was taken aback and said hello to her. She smiled, very white straight teeth, said ‘你好’, and continued to talk to me in Mandarin. Curious, I called VC and we went in the bar. She walked in after us. Man, she is tall. She sat down opposite me, allowing her long legs to touch mine under the table. By then she exhausted her entire Mandarin vocabulary but as I couldn’t yet speak Khmer the conversation slowly died off. It should by now be replaced with more physical communication but, I couldn’t put my finger on it, something seemed a little out of sync. Her voice? No, nothing odd. I looked carefully, trying to be discreet as I try to look at a trace of Adam’s Apple, nothing there. Forehead? The eyebrow ridge does seem a mite prominent, but nothing that shouts Ladyboy! To err on the side of caution, I finished my beer and urged VC to do the same, gave her a dollar for the 10 minutes she spent with us. On the way out I whispered to another girl to inquire if ‘she’ is indeed a ladyboy. She said I don’t know. Confirmation.  Of course now looking at the pic she bluetoothed me, it's easy to see 'she' is a ladyboy. But, man, I could of swore... So, all is not what it seems. Last edited by Faidenk; 23-09-2010 at 06:01 PM.
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25-09-2010, 03:20 AM
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really enjoyed ur updates.......... looking forward to reading more
 my trip to angkor was lovely..... but the local ladies was even more lovely too bad OC around hahaha so couldnt do much 
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26-09-2010, 07:57 PM
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You're not the first, won't be the last either. Take heart, there's always a next time.
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26-09-2010, 07:59 PM
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Living In Cambodia Part 5
In a previous post, I related how traffic police routinely collect ‘fines’ from overladen vehicles, right in front of a feedback box labeled ‘P.O. Box for Complaints Against Corruption’. A couple of days ago, right in front of my restaurant and the clinic next door, a motorcycle ridden by two young men shot out into the traffic, as motorists here are wont to do, right into the path of another motorcycle. The woman pillion rider on the other bike was hurt in the leg. A large group of onlookers gathered around, which is a common occurrence; only here the busybodies seems more in numbers and the proceeding negotiations involves a good number of the onlookers as well. I watch the proceedings from the comfort of the restaurant and noted although the accident victim was bleeding from her leg, at no time did it occur to her to seek medical aid from the clinic. I told my staff to bring her a chair; she was otherwise sitting on the kerb. My boys told me the young man had admitted liability and it was just a matter of compensation and the old lady did her best to showcase her agony in the hope of garnering more sympathetic support. I did not watch the proceedings and the next time I looked, the crowd had dispersed. In this case, a party had admitted guilt so it fairly straightforward. However, in the case of ambiguity, as in China and I suspect in many 3rd world Asian countries, the rule applies, if the other party is a foreigner, he’s in the wrong; if the other party drives a car, he’s wrong as well; the underdog always win, because the crowd always almost consists of the downtrodden who indentify with one of their own. If the police is in the vicinity, they will more often than not, look away. For a paltry $50 or so a month, paperwork is the last thing they need, unless there is some personal gain. And the onlooker(s) who negotiated on behalf of the ‘poor’ victim, gets a cut of the compensation in return for his effort, probably a dollar or 5. And this is the point of the story. Strangers who stop to help, they are not Samaritans. There is something in it for them, always. The tuk-tuk driver who so kindly carries your bag into the lobby to check in, the hotel pays him a finder’s fee. The real estate agent, who after earning a healthy commission from the landlord of our apartment, takes a $20/month cut from the $70/month Khmer tutor he found for us, the tutor later revealed. We had thought that was a kind gesture on his part. Once, the tuk-tuk driver couldn’t understand where we wanted to go, so we stopped by the side of the road to try explain in our almost non-existent Khmer and his equally proficient English. A motorist stopped to translate. That worked and the driver extracted a couple of riel notes from his wallet for his effort. Not bad for a couple of minutes work. The thing is, everybody is in it for something. I am not berating the Khmers for this, simply this is the way it’s done.
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#98
28-09-2010, 04:00 PM
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bro faidenk and our lost bro xamxam..
here's to you xam.. berry said next time you come around, plse stay longer so we can go disco..   hope you like it, xam... see you next time
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29-09-2010, 10:58 AM
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Bro, I don't think you need to worry about bro Xam, after going up to Laos, he would forgotten all about her, especially so with the distractions at the border of Laos and Yunnan. All things having been said, she's stunning in these pics. I really ought to go back there and take a good hard look at her, or is it a good look and then hard. Hahaha
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29-09-2010, 11:31 AM
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Hi Sir Faidenk,
Can I go eat the Singaporean food at your restaurant & u bring me to see & look hard together too....lol Yeah, I think u really write great & thanks for giving us a good insight into PP.
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#101
29-09-2010, 08:21 PM
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My observations are through the eyes of a Cambodian newbie. Veterans, here and everywhere alike, would not notice the mundane stuff I do. In a couple of months' time, I too would also be jaded and events I think is worth talking about will ceased to be, like when your young wife gradually turns into an auntie. That's a inescapable fact of life and I can but acknowledge it.
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#104
08-10-2010, 09:12 AM
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I think I have to pen down something or else I will be from Bro Xam to Bro Lost Xam to Bro Dead Xam! Had been exploring Loas for a week or so and spend a few peaceful days on the border to Thai. Man, that was relaxing. Back to Khmer. My first nite in Cambodia, Bro Faidenk bring me together with Bro Bright and Bro VC. We did bar hopping, man that was fun. Had a lot of drinks and more gals swampping to us (the bros here are really famous!) And I had to say I really had fun, chatting and raba raba-ing... minimum damage is LD or USD 3.... Can you imagine? I got the ST and LT price guide line from Bro Faidenk. USD 30 and USD 40 respectively. As Bro Bright mentioned, the first nite I went for a leggy gal, which I did not sit with me previously, but I had my eye on her. Solid body, fair skin and young! But here is one lesson learnt I wanna share with all bros.... ALL NEGOTIATE, do not ASSUME! After paying the USD 10 bar fine, she went back to my room and guess what. Leggy gal: "my rate ST is USD60, LT is USD100". Xam: "Thank you and have a nice day"; open door and show her the way. Summary: I am not that affected by the act, it is just my stupidity... I had a great time knowing new bros in this part of the world, really drunk! This is what SBF is about, knowing new bros, sharing cheonging news with bros and have fun within our means! p.s. I really miss Berry. Wonder when Bro Bright will hit PP again?
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#105
08-10-2010, 09:28 AM
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Yo bro, Bright will be in PP again on 12 Oct and we will fly up to Vientiane on the 14 (not confirm yet). Damn I can't wait to meet those Laotian beauties again.
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