Category: So You Wanna Live Here?

  • Learn Thai in 20 Minutes | #easyascanbe

    How can one learn Thai in 20 minutes , really?

    Well , because the guy who created the language was the same guy who named our capital city after what us girls love to do with a hot guy after a few drinks.  No, I jest.  The reason is ,  if you can get yourself to think like you’re so remarkably stoned – to the point where you can barely put together 20 words of the language you speak – then that’s all you need to be fluent in Thai.

    And I can get you there in 20 minutes.  No not by feeding you mushroom cookies like they’re M&M’s , but by comparing how easy Thai is to this unnecessarily complicated language I’m learning right now called German.

    I swear , back in Old Saxon  in the 8th century there must have been a group of High German writers who though they wanted their works to be understood by as many readers as possible decided it’d be better to create a language that for starters sounds like two cats and a typewriter covered in tin foil being thrown down a rather large set of stairs.

     

     

    Then , as they sat down in their field of cannabis ,  as I understand it – one of the first things they did was to translate the Bible into what was known as Meißner Deutsch.  So no doubt they came across the story of Noah and the Ark – and I’ll bet you that while they were higher than giraffe pussy , they read that story and said “fuck, how did Noah determine if the two mosquitoes were male or female?”

    Can’t have that kind of confusion about so they said ….  “Let’s make every word in the world masculine or feminine.”

    Then as they sat around nodding wondering if that was enough , one of them said “fuck no.”

    “Let’s make the words like marriage … where you have to agree with everything.”

    So now this pronoun has to agree with that pronoun but is spelled differently if it’s singular or plural or referring to you instead of him or I.   And so on.  And so on.  Fuck that.

    There must be an easier language to learn than this right?

    Well there is, it’s called Thai , so without further adieu, please open your Thai for Germans 500 page text book to page 21 of the introduction and let us begin :

     

     

    Chapter 1 – Pronouns.

    Rip it out.  That’s right , rip it out , no need for it.  All those pages full of Him, Her, She , It , His , Mine, Ours , Theirs … be gone.  We don’t use that shit.

    There’s only 2 words you have to know : 1 is Phom (I, me et al. ) and the 2nd is Khun (you) , and 98% of the time we don’t even use those two words either.

     

    Chapter 2 – Gender Association.

    Rip it out.  Be gone vile thing.  We don’t give a shit whether a blade of grass has a dick or a pussy.  You know why?  Cuz we’re not fucking insane, that’s why.

     

    Chapters 3-31 – Tenses

    Rip those out too.  Ya all of them.  You can take all 28 of your tenses and chuck ’em all in the garbage bin.  I’ll wait.  So much for the simple past, the past continuous, the past perfect, the past perfect continuous and the past pregnant: it’s all tinder now.

    In Thai we have 3 tenses.  Past.  Present.  Future.

    Those tenses are represented by two words and two words only.

    Past :  Laew.  (pronounced LOUD without the D at the end.)

    Future :  Jaa  (astute readers will realize Mistress Jaa now means Mistress of the Future )

    Present :  nothing

     

    So pretending the word GO is the same in Thai , to say :

    I will go :  Jaa Go

    I’m going , or any present variation of that :   Go

    I went :  Go Laew

     

    Chapters 32-35  – Indefinite Articles “A”  “An”

    Rip those chapters out too.  Apple is Apple in Thai.  Banana is Banana – unless owned by a ladyboy in which case it may be present or un-present.

     

    Ok so what do we have left of the book?  Well pretty much the vocabulary section and sentence structure and those are caveman basic to learn.

     

    You need 6 verbs:

    Go.  Come.  Do.  Up.  Down.  Get.

    Pai.  Maa.  Tam.  Kun.  Long.  Rap.    You can memorize 3 letter words right?  lol

     

    The rest you can learn if you wish , but with these 6 you can say anything you want in Thai.  If you learn up and down you also just learned “get on, get off, board, disembark” as well.

     

    For vocabulary , it works like this.  Once you learn a word , you’ll find that it combines with other basic words to make all kinds of new words.  So for every word you take the effort to memorize , you learned 10 more as a bonus.

    So let’s say you learned :   vehicle (rote – wrote without the W) ,  Get ( rap) , Send (song) ,  School Student (nak-rian)

    Well you just learned :

    rot taxi , rot car , rot bus.

    And you just learned how to say school bus.  Can you figure it out?  (Think how a caveman would describe the function of a school bus)

    Rot Rap Song Nak Rian  –  or essentially :  vehicle   (who’s purpose is to)   pickup    and     send       school students.

     

    So once you throw out the many different variations of saying something , and you instead distill the thought down to its basic concept , you can then throw out all these sentences for example:

    Where did you go?

    Where did you come from?

    Where have you been?

    What have you been up to?

    Where were you?

     

    which all gets condensed down to it’s most basic description.  Can you guess it?

    Go.  Where.  Come.

    Pai.  Nai.  Maa.

     

    How would you answer :  “I went to go get the kids”  if I told you Kids = Luke as in Luke Skywalker.   Well there’s no “I”.  There’s no past tense of go.  There’s no definite article THE.  There’s no plural of kids.  The bare bones of that sentence , which is how we speak , thus becomes :

    Go.  Get. Kid.  Come.

    Pai.  Rap.  Luuk.  Maa

     

    But what about the tones?  They’re so hard.  How many tones are there?  What do they sound like?  How long does it take to master the tones?

    A:  Fuck tones !!!!

     

    the far side cow jaa4u femdom bdsm bangkokWhy?  Well if you are an English speaker and I say to you :  “I live close Mariott Hotel but I stay inside because I not use to weather so hot.”  Can you figure out what I’m trying to say?  Ya of course you can , you know why?  You’re not stupid.  You’re brain has this remarkable ability to interpret my meaning and to change words on the fly until what I said makes sense.

    Same with Thai.

    Because we have 5 tones, one word like Cow – can have 5 meanings depending if you screamied “COW!”  like you saw the terrifying Cows in a Far Side Cartoon , or you saw one crossing the highway in front of your speeding car and you screamed at your wife “Watch the Cooooooow … bang!”

    So you’re in a Taxi ok.

    And for argument sake , you know that the word “go in / enter ” is COW , and that the word Street is SOY , as in soy sauce, and that the word for Here is “tea knee”

    You say to the taxi driver in Thai while pointing at the small street upcoming on your left hand side :

    “cow soy tea knee”

    Now to the taxi driver , depending on the “tone” you accidentally blurted out , you could be saying any of the following :

    “Rice Beautiful Get The Hell Out Of The Way”

    “White Necklace Move”

    “News Beautiful This”

    “Enter Street Here”

     

    If the taxi driver has half a brain , which one of those do you think he’ll choose as your meaning?  Hmm, given the general IQ of the male population around here he’d probably choose “Rice beautiful get the hell out of the way” and flee from his taxi leaving you alone on the highway.

    deer in headlights femdom bdsm jaa4u bangkokWith a little luck though, he’d hang a left at the next street and you’d be home sweet home.

    One caveat.  A great many Thais will be overcome with a paralyzing terror called “Foreigner Brain Freeze” where they’ll look at you like a deer caught in headlights and will simply blink at you endlessly even if you’ve spoken to them in perfect Thai.

    There you have it.  You’re well on your way to being fluent.  Took you all of twenty minutes right?  Now if one of you guys can streamline this German for me so that I can be fluent in it today that’d be great.  I was up all last night studying for this first exam and it was worth it as I got 80% but geez, there’s another 10 months of it ahead of me.

    xx

     

     

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  • Rogue One D2 | Know The Enemy

    Rogue One D2 | Know The Enemy

    You’re being watched !

    From the moment you step off the plane in Bangkok you’re being discreetly photographed and privately talked about as information about you is collaborated and disseminated.  By whom though?  CIA , FBI , KGB ?

    None of the above.  The culprit here is the closed group , and well guarded Facebook group of Thai girls that numbers over a quarter million now who have likely made you the topic of conversation at one time or another during your stay here.

    “Their modus operendi:  post the photo , find out who’s fucked him , who’s dated him , what’s his net worth , and is he worth the time and effort to pursue.”  Or in layman terms , “what is the likely return on my investment of having to sleep with this guy.”

    What?  You thought the concept of love here came with a sense of purity?  No man.  Love is a business, plain and simple, and if I add up the various closed Facebook groups that cover the different cities of this country,  the total number of girls investing in the FSE – Farang Stock Exchange totals well over 2 million.  I can’t begin to estimate how many Line groups and WhatsApp groups there are as well as I had membership in over ten of them … just in the Bangkok area alone before I deleted my Line account.

    I never post or comment on any of the boards , I guard my anonymity and simply observe.  Truly I should have studied Sociology in University rather than English Lit as I’m obsessive compulsive when it comes to studying groupthink patterns of Thai’s and comparing us to how foreigners behave on social media.  The dysfunctional methods used here are rabid , I find , and in my opinion rather cancerous.

    I spent one of the days last week observing at MBK , particularly on the 4th floor where a great many of foreigners congregate to shop for deals and browse about on electronic goods.  On no less than ten occasions I witnessed girls sneaking up to a male foreigner by feigning a similar interest in shopping – only to snap an unsuspecting photo of her prey and begin the download of information on who knew what about the guy.

    Looking over the photos of just the past month, the hit % of one or more girls knowing who the guy in the original photo was came in just under 15% , which is remarkable considering the population of males in the world.

    Such a statistic pretty much confirms that the number of repeat male visitors , promiscuous in their activities is quite high , and it reinforces what I told you about their habits in my recent story The Game.

    May I reiterate that which needs to be made crystal clear to you all :  you are a ticket out of here and romanticism dies at the border because love is a business , nothing more , nothing less.  Oh sure, there may be the occasional innocent romance but to focus on those individual stories is akin to arguing that microeconomics dictates macroeconomics , or more simply put : the tail does not wag the dog.

     

    Sun Tzu
    “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”

    ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

    These girls are my enemy , it’s why I have no Thai girlfriends , it’s why I suppose my closest friend is a gay male , and the only consequence of seeking distance from my female brethren is that I sit in the back of the movie theater in seat D2 by myself four times a week.  I saw Rogue One at two pm in the afternoon and had the entire movie theater to myself , such rare moments of absolute solitude are a narcotic to me.

    I figure if I absolve myself of anything and everything that comes with being born a Thai girl I’ll eventually cease to be Thai – well spiritually anyways.  For if I reach that state of nirvana it could be that my soul ends up somewhere else in the world.  Perhaps.

    Until then , know thy enemy, and sit alone in D2.

    xx

    I want to let you know that I’ll be taking 2 weeks off starting today so I’ll be back after the first week of January has passed.  Happy Holidays to you all and have a safe but enjoyable New Years celebration.  I’ll be celebrating mine 1013 meters above sea level !!

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  • Queen’s Gambit | The Game

    Queen’s Gambit | The Game

    If you live here , you’re a stereotypical expat no matter how much you claim not to be – and as such Thai girls will avoid you like the plague.

     

    I just read a charming introductory email from an expat smartly titled Pawn to Queen 4 –  who does his best to claim he’s not typical of the kind that reside here in Bangkok :

     

    Pawn to Queen 4

    Hi Mistress,

    Hope life is wonderful for you.

    My name is xxxx, I am xx years old and I live and work in Bangkok. Yes I could potentially be categorized as a ‘long time Bangkok’ resident. All I can say in my defense here is that I don’t believe that I conform to the typical stereotype of a long time expat in town (although you may disagree). I can’t even converse in Thai after close to a decade in BKK.

    I arrived in Thailand many years ago thinking that I would stay only a short time and enjoy the nightlife, beaches and weather, but by some twist of fate I ended up finding an unexpected career path, which led to my extended stay. In short I ended up working more, playing less in Thailand than I had done in the UK.

    After pushing myself fairly hard in recent years I now own and run a series of businesses in Bangkok and by day I am used to answering to nobody but myself. A situation, which I am sure you are all too familiar with 🙂

    I am a relatively confident heterosexual guy on the surface (important in my line of work) but quite submissive/shy on the inside.

    ny london mapI have been with a few different types of girl in Thailand as you can imagine. But I haven’t been able to find someone suitable to settle down with.

    That perfect combination of wild, intelligent, dangerous and beautiful seems pretty elusive by and large.

    I have tried to compromise several times. Usually it’s the intelligence piece which suffers 🙂 but there is a limit to how many dates a guy can go on where the other party thinks London and New York are on the same continent..:)

    Conclusion right now is stay single and experiment with the darker side of life.

     

     

     

    jaa4u.com | Goddess <[email protected]>
    8:20 AM (22 minutes ago)
    Queen’s Gambit opening … really? I would just respond with Lasker’s Trap and you’d immediately be my bitch … but that’s what you would have wanted all along isn’t it? So perhaps initiating with such a common opening is actually a submissive ploy by you , thus making you quite clever.

    http://www.wikihow.com/Use-Lasker’s-Trap
    Meanwhile, all expat’s claim to be not the stereotypical type of their kind , but you can’t escape it because if you’ve lived here long enough you know the game and how its played as well as a chess master knows Queen’s Gambit and all the possible counters before the game is even played out.

    You just have to look over Craigslist and see that most w4m posts made by Thai girls take care to mention that they are looking for somebody ‘passing through’ Bangkok and will refuse to see anyone who lives here. It’s because .. she knows … that he knows … what her game is , and frankly , there are easier fish to catch here.

    anal probeFor the typical ex-pat , there actually is no limit to how many times he can date a girl who thinks New York and London are on the same continent , and that’s because guys like to fuck hot chicks , and for the most part we’re way hotter than girls from first world countries. So while I can agree that it may be teeth grinding to have caveman level conversations with the latest Thai girl you’ve picked up , the thing that makes that endlessly endurable is knowing within 2-3 hours you’ll be balls deep inside any one of her three holes.

    And while she might put up a fuss over “no anal” at first , waving an extra 1,000 baht note in front of her face produces the key to the secret dungeon.

    Therein lays the game. She knows that a passer-through type has no clue that everything can be bought here, and thus wouldn’t think anal sex is a possibility with her, giving her an easy one night stand.

    I’m not focusing on the anal part of it , it’s an stand-in for any one of the thousands of unnecessary complications she can avoid by going with a bkknoob.

     

     

    Since this post is going in my “So You Wanna Live Here” category , let me give those of you who are bkknoobs still , yet are considering moving here a really good tip.

    Never say you are living in Bangkok.   Never disclose your intentions to one day live in Thailand.

    Cuz if you do , you’re no longer getting into her pussy.

     

    Here are the rules of The Game , from both sides, first the male expat.

    His game is to fuck as many hot girls here as possible , all the while avoiding commitment but hinting strongly that the possibility of something long term exists.  At all costs, he knows to avoid the eventual trap of sending money to her so she can support her family which 99% of the girls here will eventually ask for.  (I stand strongly in the 1% who doesn’t , never has, and never will.)

    Her game is to seek out the naive first time visitor here who is older, been through the hell of living with a wife or girlfriend from his country , and would find her game of being super sweet and exotically different inescapably alluring.  At the point where he’d do anything to keep her in his life , she breaks out the need for some sort of housing arrangement and support for her and her family.  Until such terms are met , her pussy availability becomes drastically reduced or shut off altogether.

    Her sub-game is to juggle as many of these guys as she can , making it look like to each that he is her only love interest.  It’s entirely irrelevant if he is being promiscuous for she’s just playing the odds that one day the roulette ball will land on commitment.  It only takes one.

     

    As for me , I truly despise the fucking game.  From both parties.

     

     

    I mean I get it , this is what happens when farangs who have only known the top tier of Maslow’s hierarchy seek fulfillment from girls who have only known the bottom tier.

    Look, I just want to get as far away from Thailand as I possibly can and stay the fuck away from it forever.  “The game” has made it next to impossible for “diamonds in the rough” like me and Wael to get noticed , to be treasured , to find actual love.

    I bring more than pussy to a relationship.  I have 4 years of university under my belt , 1 year of college abroad , I write , I run my own business , I can speak two languages fluently and I’m now studying a third – German,  I climbed out of poverty , I have my own luxury condo in the heart of the city on my favorite soi , I tweet about shit.

    Not just the garbage that other dominas tweet , I don’t need to copy Mistress T and flaunt myself fucking a different submissive every day on Twitter , I strive to be funny, witty , clever , opinionated.  By my research, I’m the only domina who’s twitted about Fidel Castro’s death , a superb Iwo Jima rendition of The Star Spangled Banner , and made public a very correct stock market prediction about a prevalent move in the spot price of gold.   All within the past month.

     

     

    My Facebook is equally divided between Thai people and groups that I monitor , and foreigner friends and acquaintances.   1000 in total, 500 per side.

    In all the time I’ve had a Facebook account , I have never once seen any foreigner acquaintance or their extended group of friends post at anytime whatsoever something that is of a bragging nature, other than those who won their MMA fight which is fine by me.

    Yet on the Thai side, the substantial majority of posts are petty bragging displays of “look what kind of lifestyle I have now”  It makes me want to vomit.

    Photos of gold bought by their boyfriends and husbands.

    Photos of stacks of cash they’ve withdrawn from their spouse’s bank account.  I shit you not.

    Photos of all their shopping sprees.  Blah, blah , blah.

     

    I’m slowly being blocked by all of them as I can’t help myself by posting on their timeline “other than your pussy, which has had more dicks pass through it than the Panama Canal has had ships , what do you bring to the table in the relationship?”

    Bitter?  Nah, just a statement of fact.

    What you need to know, is that unequivocally , if you choose to date or god forbid – marry someone from here who brings nothing but her pussy to the table – you’re being played for a fool.    You’re a walking talking ATM , nothing more , nothing less.

     

    If you do some due diligence on your own , via Facebook or YouTube , you’ll find a plethora of graduated whores making sure those back home know they “made it” – don’t be the guy who got married to a girl like that is all I’m asking.   Because to me, it’s staggering how many guys will bend the knee to offer his life and kingdom to a peach like this …

     

     

    Question :  Just how bad is the pussy in Sweden?

    There’s a flip side to the game that persists as deep as choosing a marriage partner as well though , hell I was almost right in the middle of it until I got wise a few years ago.  You can hardly be threatened in a marriage if you marry someone who is clueless about everything.  You can’t be harmed financially in case of divorce, and the likelihood of having legal repercussions coming back to haunt you once your former wife has fled back to the safety of Thailand are slim and none if she was poor and uneducated to begin with.

    However the best part of marrying a bimbo is the guy can fuck around on her as much as he wants and she won’t do a thing about it.   She can’t , she’s insolvent , being cheated on is wholly tolerable compared to being single and broke in Bangkok once again.  I’ve tried to save one girl from a cunt countless times , I’ve put the proof right in her lap via Facebook , and the most she’ll do is rant on her page once or twice … and go right back to her knees with his dick in her mouth.

    Then I realized that nothing can help the girl, she’s caught up in the game.  This time the male cunt won.  In the videos above, the whore won.  Whores and Cunts , it’s like some sort of retarded down syndrome version of Aliens vs Predator.

    So the solution then?  Simple really.

     

    It’s the only way to be sure.   Once I get far enough away , I’ll be just fine , C3PO concurs :

     

     

    Pawn to King 8  , pawn takes King.  Check mate.  Game Over.

    xx

     

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  • The Ralph Wiggum Effect

    The Ralph Wiggum Effect

    This is more a bit of friendly advice than a story intended for those who not only want to live here but are going to be raising kids here.

    Everything the baby hears should be in your mother tongue right from the day it’s born.  No exceptions.

    If the mom doesn’t speak your language , that’s fine , but make sure the television shows , the books , the YouTube videos and most importantly the school is subjecting your kid to your language 90% of the time.

    The result?  Well it’s like running a marathon.  Nobody is declared a champion after the first 500 meters and it’s not until the first 5km are over that you start to get some separation in the runners.

    Same goes with raising a kid , yes they might fall behind in my language in the first 4 years but guess where they live?  Guess what they’re going to hear every day of their lives , my language.  So if you trust in the kid’s ability to learn a language by osmosis , then by the time the kid is 10 years old , the child will be fluent in both languages.  What’s even cooler than that , is not only will the kid talk with you in an accent that’s a replica of the one spoken in your homeland , but they will have an exact replica of my language as well.

    It’ll freak you out.  You’ll hear your kid talk like they’re two different people , and it’ll make you proud to hear it.

    Here’s the hard part about what I just said … being able to execute your plan against popular consensus.  You’ll be pressured into letting these people force their ways onto you , don’t let them!

    Jaa’s son is in town and had dinner with him last night.   At one point during dinner while he was sucking on the lemon that came with my salmon steak I asked him wryly “are you the lemon?” thinking I was making a private joke to myself.

    He then sucked the last bit of juice from the lemon while climbing up and squatting on the chair as the people from the table beside us looked over disapprovingly.  He took the wedge out from his mouth , dropped it on the plate and when he crossed his arms he said “bitch please, squatting monkeys tell no lies.”

    ralphRude, bold , brazen ?  Yes to all.

    Funny as hell ?  Fuck ya.

    Sitting beside him was his slightly older 12yo buddy , who’s dad hadn’t followed the rules I just laid down for you up above.

    He reaches out his hand and after nearly spilling the glass bottle of water in doing so I asked him what it was he wanted and that I’d pass it to him.

    “I you butter i you can give me i want give ok” he said sounding slightly like a retarded child.  Fuck political correctness , I’m telling you that this blue eyed brown hair kid from Vancouver, Canada (by blood) couldn’t construct a kindergarten level sentence properly and sounded like an idiot trying to speak in his dad’s native tongue.

    “How the fuck can you let your son grow up talking like that?” I bluntly asked that kid’s dad , and a silence fell across the table.

    “Blubber blubber blah blech” his dad mumbled something defensive in return that showed how truly brainwashed he’d become in living here for the past decade.  Can’t deny the truth though.  Two kids sat at that table last night.  One can fit in anywhere in the world seamlessly.  The other is going to taking dicks up the ass ten times a day a few years out … if he doesn’t want to make $5 a day working with the rest of the denizens of similar language skills.

    I call it the Ralph Wiggum effect , don’t let it happen to your kid.

    xx

     

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