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09-08-2010, 05:09 PM
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Khmer Diary
1st Night
After an uneventful fight from Changi T1, our Jetstar A320 landed at Phnom Penh Airport and within 20 minutes we (me and a longtime buddy, VC) were retrieving our bags from the conveyor. The cab to our hotel costs USD9. (The US dollar is the de facto currency in Cambodia, while the riel is used primarily for small change). There were no forms to fill as we checked ourselves in. The receptionist did all the necessary and we were lead to a spartan room. The aircon is cold enough, the 70 or so TV channels include ChannelNewsasia to HBO, Star Movies. The bathtub is chipped at places and the shower head is positioned at chest level so one have to stoop to wash one’s hair. It is certainly no Shangri-La but then it costs only $12 a night. A quick washup and we were walking down the street to a local beer garden at the next street. It is a typical beer garden that is patronized predominantly by locals. It has a stage and music is provided by a lone musician on an organ. Singers alternate between a guy singer, and a bevy of hostesses who also sit with customers between stints on stage. I am glad to report the stupid practice of buying garlands had not reach Cambodia’s shore. Quality of these hostesses ranges from downright fugly to long-legged stunners. And yes, they could be had for between $40 to $80 for the night. Then there are the beer promoters (BG). Even before we were seated, we were swamped by a bevy of girls, each pushing a laminated card with an image of a beer bottle of one side and a Khmer beauty on the other, as if there was a relation between the two. One usually makes his choice of beer on which BG he fancies. Each beer costs $3 with $1 going to the BG. Given that the average wage of a worker is $50 a month, the BG’s make a tidy sum. Having made your choice, the BG will be your company for the evening and can lead to intimacies in your room for $30 to $50 if you are so inclined. It used to be $20 when I was there year and a half ago so it seems inflation has taken its toll. A much cheaper alternative is a jug of house pour draught which costs only $5, the consumption of which turns one invisible to the BG’s. A JW Red 75cl costs $21, while the 1L costs $25, JW Black %25. Beers at the bars are even cheaper and we leave that for later. One word about buying ciggies and alcohol at Changi - don’t. Cigarettes are sold here at $1 to %1.25 a packet at street corners. Suffice to say liquor retail prices at reputable supermarkets are cheaper. Back to the beer garden, we ordered a jug of Angkor beer. We intend to stick to our game plan of stretching our dollars as far as possible but after a while we realized the futility of it all. Attractive girls were eyeing us, in all probabilities with curiosity. Who the fucks would go to a beer garden to enjoy the music? especially a couple of obvious barangs who can’t even speak a word of Khmer to save their lives. VC obviously echoed my sentiments. In the meantime, a Beck’s BG sat down beside me. Mmmm… nice smile, lips Shu Qi would have been jealous of, high cheek bones which accentuates her smile, deep set eyes which further contributes to her exoticsm. Other than her ghastly makeup, believe me she looks much better than the photo. And she possesses a formidable rack. That alone sucked me in. Sairuat is 24. For lack of communication, her English consists of not more than 10 words which were punctuated by long pauses as she thinks of the next word, and my non-existence command of Khmer, made it impossible for any meaningful conversation. So we downgraded to the most basic of form of communication, sign language. So in a short time, I knew she like me, I good man with good heart, and that I stay at the hotel down the road. And I conveyed to her I like her, and am excited by her (patting my heart underneath my T equates fast beating heart), and my nose bleeds, and a quick thug of her hand to my crouch. She jerked her hand back as if she touched a hot plate, glared at me for my audacity, then smiled in forgiveness. ‘Don’t do that, too many people around’ she seemed to gesture. OK. In the meantime, she had asked another BG over. This one looks Vietnamese although she’s as Khmer as salted Toman fish. In time VC warmed up to her. Why he didn’t take her away that night, I didn’t venture to ask. All of us have our own preferences and hang-ups and I don’t make it my business to pry. I ‘told’ Sairuat I stay at the hotel down the road and that she’s welcome to share my bed. At closing time she gestured for me to wait at the entrance for her. She changed and walked back to the hotel. I invited her into the bathroom with me but she declined. Disappointed I showered alone. She was wrapped in towel when I came out and we sucked tongues for a while before she showered. I laid naked under the sheets waiting. The bathroom door finally opened and she slipped besides me, still wrapped with the towel. She shivered and I put my arm around her. She shivered again, wrapped her leg over me, snuggled up real close I can hear her beating heart, and lowered her lips on mine. The love making was sweet and undemanding. The beer must have been too much for me and I couldn’t come. I meant to rest for a while but we drifted off. It was 4.30 when I got up to pee. My condom was still wrapped over my dick loosely, I discarded it, pissed a long string and got back into bed, facing her. She shifted her body up close again so I was spooning her. My cock twitched, spasmed a little and finally stirred to life. My hand moved to her breast to play with her nipple. She stirred and moaned softly. I had moved my prick between her arse crack and applying pressure there to pleasure myself. Damn, it felt good. I moved my hand down between her legs and found slippery and warm. Her clitoris feels swollen and her thighs spread a little to accommodate my fingers. She shuddered, and got up to suck my nipples. Women ought to know by now sucking men’s tits does nothing for them. Women’s tits are lined with pleasure nerves so suckling babies gives them pleasure, of sorts. Men’s tits are ornamental. Sucking and licking my tits irritate me sometimes. I pressed her head south, she resisted. I insisted and pressed on. Come on girl, earn your keeps. Finally she took a tentative lick at the shaft, I moaned aloud and arched my back to reward her. Pleased that she pleasured me, she abandoned all hesitation and attacked with gusto, with loud slurps and deep swallows. I rewarded her further. The pace this time was fast and furious and ended like the last burst of fireworks, then dreamless sleep. It was 7 when she rolled off my numb arm and went to the bathroom, this time without the towel. She came out and dressed up. Damn, I was hoping for another romp but did not protest. I felt drained. I took a twenty and a ten and stuffed it into her pocket. Unlike many others, she took it out, looked at it and then me with expectant eyes. I peeled off another 10 and was rewarded with a smile. She made me promised I look for her again. I gave her a noncommittal grunt and opened the door for her. 
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#5
11-08-2010, 11:47 AM
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Re: Khmer Diary
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The hotel I'm staying is just off the Kampuchea Krom, locally owned. It is the Tonle Sekong Hotel. There are lots of hotels of this class. Most costs $15 a night but because I am a repeat customer, I pay $12. I have yet to come across any hotel that is not girl friendly but then again I haven't stay at all hotels. Generally I would say the majority are friendly. The front desk calls me when they see the girl leaving. That's a nice move I appreciate.
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11-08-2010, 11:50 AM
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Re: Khmer Diary
The Next Few Days Pt 1
..was spent being shown around by a good friend (ED) who runs a IT biz here in PP. And, although it has always been my practice to go local where food is concerned, that ED made the round with us to almost all the Singapore and Malaysian restaurants did not go unappreciated. Khmer food, even from top end restaurants, is usually heavily laced with MSG and sugar, and it never fails to leave my mouth powdery. We also spent a large part of the time apartments hunting. We searched the local real estate sites initially for leads but found most of them are not current. Frustrated we turned to the local newspapers, The Phnom Penh Daily and Cambodia Times (I think). We made 2 appointments for viewing. At the first appointment, the guy we talked to turned out to be the son of the owner. The 2nd floor apartment was quite large, larger than the usual 4x20m, unfurnished, dimly lighted, and to cut this short, unsuitable. The price was raised $100 to $350 when we requested for it to be furnished, AC, wardrobes, the bare minimum. We left uncommitted. The 2nd apartment, at Boeng Keng Kong 3, was on the 3rd floor. It was nicely furnished, in moved-in condition. I am apprehensive because the owner and family lives on the ground floor, and access was shared with them. It would be ‘inconvenient’ when we have ‘guests’. Rent? $250. I would liken Boeng Keng Kong (BKK) to Singapore’s Holland V. Nice 3 or 4 storied houses lined the 3 streets that made up of BKK, away from the main streets so it was not too dusty from the traffic, and close to several small Western-run restaurants and pubs. The well-stocked Lucky Supermart,a favorite with the NGO-type expats, is 15 minutes walk away. The second apartment we viewed, led by the same agent, had the same configuration as the first. The entire apartment block was rented out to foreigners. Ground floor - Myanmar, top – French. This apartment had just came into the market. We negotiated for the other bedroom to be AC, a wardrobe each room, a fan in the living room and tried our luck for internet to be included. I like this one. A tiny gripe is the stairway. The steps are short, barely enough for a size 8 foot, and higher than the norm. Coming home dead drunk would be a challenge. In the evenings, we hit the bars at St 136. First was Okun Cha. Tall glass framed the entire shop front. Everything was tastefully done. The hostesses are obviously handpicked, each of them carry themselves well, speaks English more than adequately. Only problem, no hanky-panky. And the two lady owners looked like models. Through the grapevine, I heard the previous owner is still under detention, having been made a scapegoat along with a few other bar owners, for having flouted the indecency laws. Under the normal circumstances, the authorities are paid off and its business as usual the next day but on that occasion, the orders came right from the top and would serve as a example. Never mind that all the bars around Okun Cha remained open, although bar top dancing, and ‘other behavior unbecoming’ ceased, to this day. We had a drink or 2, and decided this was too tame for us.
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19-08-2010, 03:29 PM
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Re: Khmer Diary
The Next Few Days Pt 2
We popped in a couple of pubs lining both sides of St. 136. 10 to 15 girls in each, and girls surround you before you make your orders. I’ve learned to be careful in the selection less the one which appeals to you escaped your initial scrutiny. Since then, also, I’ve learned also how to subtly reject the one on hand when I see another who appealed, ignore her, or simply move to another pub after a beer. Candy, the pub we eventually stayed for more than a couple looks just like any of the other pubs except it is a double shoplot. A shoplot is a standard 4x30m. I supposed this is an inheritance from their colonial masters, France, wherein property owners were taxed by the width of the facade. Passed the door of Candy, there were at least 30+ girls. A quick glance told me boobs are a prerequisite for successful employment and proudly flaunted too by the single-shoulder tight-as-skin low-cut T. A detailed survey, while ignoring the invariable massaging, hands on my thigh, whispers of ‘sa’at’ (equivalent of hansum man), revealed there were some pretty faces attached to the boobs. VC ordered 2 Anchor draughts ($1 a mug, $1.50 after Happy Hour, pronounced an-chor as in cheap), and I found my arm attached to a SYT, firmly wedged between a pair of 36Cs which seemed oddly out of place, given the disarming innocence she radiated. She seemed determined not to be outdone by the other girls clamoring for our attention. She seemed really taken by this hansum man, which I’m sure has absolutely nothing to do with the tips she expected. Speaking not a word of Khmer and English, I was content just feeling her soft milky bosom on the sly, and her bum against my groin. We both bought a round of ladies’ drinks ($2 each) and since she doesn’t possess a mobile, by which I could summon her for a afternoon siesta, left for home with a $2 tip and a wet patch on the jeans. Readers ask why am I going home alone? Well, through the years, I have come to realize alcohol, when imbibed on the excessive, gives one the bravado and urge, but nothing of the performance. More than once have I regretted the choice, and the tediousness in the morning after which she’s paid to go away. So when I want a ‘boom boom’, I go slow on the liquids.
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#8
19-08-2010, 03:30 PM
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Re: Khmer Diary
The Next Few Days Pt 3
In the meantime, Mr Luot, the landlord, has acceded to most of our requests - a fan in the living room, TV, AC for the other room, and a wardrobe in each, and bedsheets, pillowcases etc. He also agreed to throw in a washing machine and fridge, and that about wrapped it up. We signed the lease for a year, added a clause which states no increment in rent should we extend it beyond. This was the 11th and we were to move in on the 13th. A day would be enough for him to fix the AC and move in the rest of the stuff agreed upon. On our part, we will pay an extra $5 a month for the cable TV, the 80 or so channels include the all the major channels - HBO, Star Movies, CNN, Channelnewsasia, Bloomberg, Natgeo, Discovery and ESPN, football, the works. Electricity is $0.25 per kW – so far in 6 days, we used a total of 46kW, $11.50 so that should work out to be about $40 or so a month. Water is $4. Trash fee is borne by the landlord. A word on Mr Luot, he runs a small coffee shop selling cheap local food. Apparently it’s lucrative enough to own 2 blocks of apartment. He’s 50, mild mannered and apparently quite easy going, judging by the speed in which he agreed to our lease requests. A 20L container of drinking water (oreverse osmosis, ozone-treated and uV, sic) is $1 delivered with $4 security deposit, a 24x330ml carton of Anchor is $12 delivered. We will soon find out the price for the gas when the present tank goes dry. I had lugged along a new set of DVD player / sound system won at a club snooker tourney from home. With that, we’re almost all set for a new home in the city of Phnom Penh, Kampuchea. Now we only need the usual crockery, pots and pans, and some occasional feminine presence to dispel any funny notions neighbors might have of the 2 men living in this apartment. The day we moved in was spent on the taking over process and making a couple of trips to the nearby Orussey Market buying mops & pails, clothes pegs & hangers, detergents, blankets. The list seems endless. After 2 days, the only thing left is the ironing board and internet connection, which is still unresolved today, the 19th. On our first day, we moved our luggage on a tuk-tuk. On reaching the apartment, the driver feigned he hasn’t change for the $2 fare. Just on the ground floor next to our apartment is a small Massage shop. On its signboard there was a $3 amongst the Khmer characters. I went into the shop and asked the 4 girls there to change my $5 bill. A cute Vietnamese girl gave me the change. After paying off the driver, she came out of the shop and spoke to me in Mandarin. I told her I will be her new neighbor and customer, and smiled at her, friend as well. She giggled and said she will be expecting me. It’s been a week since and I have yet to patronize her. I intend to rectify the situation asap.
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#9
19-08-2010, 05:46 PM
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Re: Khmer Diary
Bro Faident.. will bookmark your blog... keep it coming. Who knows I will visit you guys one day.
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#10
24-08-2010, 07:02 PM
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Re: Khmer Diary
The Next Few Days Pt 4
A couple of nights ago, after a long bus trip back from Pakse, Laos in which the bus was delayed 2 hours at the Cambodian side of the border over some ‘non-compliance’ of visa regulations by a Nigerian passenger and his Thai girlfriend, I finally stepped in the apartment at 9. A badly needed shower later, I was ready to rehydrate. We hopped onto a tuk-tuk and directed the driver to St 136. St. 136 is a street just off the famed riverside area. Fronting the riverside, called Sisowath Quay, is a stretch of lounges, and restaurants, massage parlors, even one of those fish massage, not much unlike Boat Quay. Most of these are tastefully done up, unlike the many girlie bars in streets just off Sisowath. The street with the most girlies is the 136, with at least 10. Candy, Pussycat, which I’ve mentioned in Pt 2 are among the bigger ones here. Other smaller ones, no less popular, includes 69, Sisslers (now my fav). Last night in Sisslers, I told this fair girl, Lina, I heard ‘gancha’ are easily available, just in passing. I was thinking more in line of trying a Happy Pizza. She excused herself for a while, came back. In about 15 minutes a Khmer guy came in the doo, she met him half way and came back to her seat, that is, my lap, with a 3 x 4 inch ziplock bag of the stuff, close to an inch thick, and asked me for $10. My hands were probably shaking as I counted the money. Jeez! Smoking marijuana is illegal, however because of some legal loophole, consuming it as a herb is not. So some smart entrepreneur sprinkled some on a pizza and it took off from there. I also had it, it was added to a chicken stewed with banana flower on a farm a Khmer friend owns in Kampong Cham, a province. It’s a hardy farmers fare so don’t expect it served at your friendly Michelin starred restaurant. When the pool table was available, we (VC and our 2 girls) went up to the upper deck. From there we could see the action below. I rolled a joint quickly, went out to the river bank where it was devoid of anybody due to the slight drizzle, lit up and shared the joint with VC. We came back with a wide smile on our faces and it stayed there until we reached home. The first time I met Lina the previous week, I didn’t pay much attention to her due to a dead ringer for Zoe Tay, or so I thought in my inebriated state, who, between shots on the pool table, was fiddling about my zipper. I did however tip her a dollar when I left, which, she told me, was something even barangs seldom do. This time, Lina was a whole lot friendlier. She’s 25, speaks English fairly well, fair of complexion, maybe 1.5m tall, with deep dimples, which at certain angles, reminds me of Jack Nicholson’s Joker, only it’s not unattractive. Actually although she denied it she looks more Vietnamese than Khmer. She’s witty and caught on my repartees easily. When another girl asked her to translate an SMS, I asked whether she received SMSes from barang as well – professing love or advising money transfer. It caught her off-guard for a minute, recovered and sweetly said she doesn’t go with barangs so how would any be sending her money? I left it at that. It was just let it be known I know the game. We became even friendlier after the joint, she backing her impressive bum into me. Well, will you be going home with a barang for the first time tonight? I asked her. No, she replied. I was disappointed. To me principles and bargirls just don’t belong together in the same sentence if anything, it’s just a matter of price. I had just bought a pack of Kamagra at a neighborhood pharmacy and was eager to try it out. Viagra was a whopping $33 for a pack of 4. The Kamagra was only $1.80 per pill (yes, it’s available loose). I’ll get the Cialis the next time. Not tonight, she eventually said, monthly thing and laughed at the ‘gotcha’. My faith in humanity restored, I ordered another round of beer. VC seemed to be getting along well with his 20 year-old but who looked younger. I was a little surprised when we walked out of the bar bare-handed. One more thing, we resolved to hit this bar no later than 6.30 the next time. Happy hour is 1 for 1 until 9. 8 mugs to me is just about when all the girls start looking good, 10, I walk with 2 left feet. So, for $5 for 8 beers, another $3 for tips, or maybe a ladies’ drink at $3. A very good evening could be had for between $10 to $15.
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#11
24-08-2010, 07:24 PM
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Re: Khmer Diary
Living In Cambodia Pt 1
Well, we’ve more or less settled in to some semblance of a ‘life’ in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. There are ways to go, with much obstacles along the path. First, why, you may ask, am I even here? As I look at it, there are simply not many alternatives for me. If you are in your 40’s, you hate being called ‘Uncle’ by your neighborhood fishmonger’s wife, who may even be older than you! You feel you’re not old enough to be addressed so, and you’re certainly not focking related in any way. Well, I am at that age ‘uncle’ sounds a lot more acceptable than Ah Pek. And the girls in Singapore? You so out of the market it’s like you’re born old to them. Thankfully, bless their cute little hearts, Khmer girls hold no such prejudice. Second, you’re out of the job market as well. A baby boomer and not a particularly motivated student, no degree, no specialized skills with the exception of years in the electronics components sales and marketing segment, several years living in Europe, Australia and China, these are no material for even a mediocre CV. So, therein lies my predicament. Remain in Singapore and I’ll be looking at whatever is left of my productive life as a security guard or a taxi driver. I seem to fall through every crack in the government’s sieving machine for handouts, I don’t qualify to be included in that class of citizens the govt wants to ‘help’ with the increase in GST, living in a HDB 5 roomer; it’s a depressing state of limbo to be in. A couple of years, a close friend (LN) I know from the NS stint, told me about Cambodia. He has some friends there. Always eager to see new places and since a visit is well within my meager budget, I asked to tag along on his next trip. We did the tourist thing, Angkor Wat, the beaches at Sihanoukville, the casinos before they closed, the nightlife. I left out the torture chambers and the Killing Fields, life is too short for such depressing monuments to death and human depravity. I acknowledge it, and hope such degeneracy happens not again. I returned 4 more times. It’s a time I get away from the wife who is, understandably so, less than happy with my inability to hold down a job, and my pre-teen boy, who is starting to give me lips (reminds me so much of myself). Apparently some of the wife’s sentiments have rubbed off and he occasionally let slip, but he’s a good boy and I’m proud of him. OMG, I’ve become a bum. But I digress.
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25-08-2010, 11:02 AM
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Clap clap  I simply love these 2 sentences, well crafted and worded 
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Mr Mandatory Condom Before Bonks
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#15
26-08-2010, 01:34 PM
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Re: Khmer Diary
Lovely post and best reality of life! I have everything in my life but cannot find my soul...trying to find that life partner who comes only in dream....life goes on!I woul love to meet you in Cambodia!
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