The Tiger's Den

Saturday, May 24, 2008

hey hey it's saturday

Howyoudoin'?

Yes, it's been a while. I do have plenty of stories to tell, but perhaps not today.

Woke up this morning with the chills. It feels like I might be coming down with fever or flu although I can't explain why. The weather has been steadily turning into a full-blown summer without any drastic climactic events. Except for the occasional sandstorm. I have been taking better care of myself, even if I have yet to make time for the gym.

Perhaps I shouldn't have slept naked with the air-conditioning on last night.

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I'm spending the day in, just taking things easy and trying a few home remedies to get rid of the chills and fever symptoms. Daytime TV on a Saturday tends to be full of shows from the 80s. And I am beginning to notice an underlying pattern to these TV shows, including the newer programmes.

One could actually express these patterns as mathematical formulae.

[Magnum P.I.] + [gunship] - [ferrari] - [moustache] = Airwolf
[TV Pendidikan] + [The A-Team] - [Vietnam vets] - [guns] = MacGyver
[Grizzly Adams] + [pickup truck] - [huge bear] = Walker Texas Ranger
[The Fall Guy] - [pickup truck] + [talking car] = Knight Rider
[Survivor] + [ridiculous subplots] - [immunity idols] = Lost
[Solid Gold] + [viewer voting] - [bikini chicks] = American Idol

Here's one that I just thought of. By the by.

[Superman] - [kryptonite] + [built-in gadgets] + [wear underwear inside of pants] = Iron Man

I miss the old-school cinemas. Really.

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I am beginning to think that the morning chills after a night of sleeping in the buff is just part of a bigger set of symptoms. Like the increasingly frequent chest pains. Like the increasingly frequent joint aches. Like the increasingly frequent lethargy after any sort of exertion. Like the increasingly frequent jibes of "cradle-snatching" and such.

I am beginning to think that age is catching up with me.

*sigh*

I want to wish I were 25 again, but I don't want to give up anything that I have now. Especially when I'm zooming in on early retirement.

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

bangkok buggers

I had been travelling for work in the region and decided to pay a visit to Fookface. The fellow had moved out to Bangkok some time back. It was time to catch up with him and see how he was getting on.

Sukhumvit has always been my favourite part of Bangkok. One could get anything one desired; whether it be food, booze, shopping or women. It was better than Patpong as the crowd was a little more civilised. It was away from the Chao Phraya, which meant I didn't have to put up with the slightly smelly air around that particular sector. Fookface, in his wisdom, had also decided to set up his permanent accommodation in Sukhumvit.

We had caught up over alfresco dinner, and the conversation eventually turned to plans for the evening.

Read the rest of Bangkok Buggers"Where do you want to start, mate?"

It was technically his town, which meant I was his guest. Guests always called the itinerary, as is the custom of philandering gentlemen.

"Let's start with drinks at Nana," I began.
"As always for you."

Fookface couldn't help his sniggering. Nana Plaza was potentially the second dodgiest place in Bangkok after Patpong. It was nearby though, and there was one particular joint I wanted to check out for myself.

"Then I reckon we check out the magic show at Soi Cowboy."
"Sounds good so far."
"Not sure about finishing the night though; is Baccarat still there?"
"Mate, that place has gone to the dogs." Fookface was obviously NOT keen on the last bit.
"You got a better idea?"
"I'll take you to Siam Hotel mate. You'll like the skanks there."
"Yeah?" Fookface knew my taste in women, but I had to ask.
"It's where the college students go for extra pocket money."
"Perfect."

It was going to be a busy night.

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

her birthday wish

"I know what I want for my birthday," she says over coffee.
"Tell me, princess."
"I want a strap-on."
"Eh?" I wasn't sure if I had heard right.
"You heard me; one of those flesh-coloured latex ones."

Now, the average female finger is hardly four inches in length and barely an inch in girth. A full-sized strap-on, on the other hand, was a whole new ball game. In more ways than one.

"Howsabout I get you that diamond watch you wanted?"
"I want a strap-on."
"Let me buy you something special for your birthday."
"A strap-on would be a special gift. I want one."

The young lass was beginning to pout. Over a rubber dicky. Amazing.

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