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  • #31
    "Young 18 year old girls who will bang you for twenty bucks. Throw them an extra five, and they'll not only scream your name, but they'll wholeheartedly profess undying love and affection for you."

    as long as their free from the monster im good to go..heheheheh

    oh yea..gigygigygiggigigigig

    amitabha
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    • #32
      Ah, the young philipenas...

      They are sexy. They gots attitude. And they can talk a lot of hot talk. In Japan, young philipena women dot the pink districts....its great pay that they send back to home to their families. They are also a nice island of seeming refreshment from the usual Japanese girl fare. Yes, I guess I'm spoiled. But really, the feeling just isn't there with those ladies. I'm just looking for honesty and openess and, well, hot sex. But they are looking for older, christian men with a lot of money. Ah, when worlds collide...

      So boys, don't get your hopes up....

      Oh, and I will be arrive in China next week. Gods save me!!!

      paz
      -Jesse Pasleytm
      "How do I know? Because my sensei told me!"

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      • #33
        I'm in Hong Kong. Was thinking of returning to Shaolin, but, gf doesn't like it there, wants to go back to Thailand.

        "Lestlooms have no doors..."

        hahahahaha
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        • #34
          Doc, unfortunately I'm fast approaching your style to women: I'm beginning to like only those under 20 and becoming even too jaded for most of thsoe. Any advice?

          Hey, are the cuties still hanging out in Dengfeng?

          And one last question: Is that girl that works at the weapons shop just down the street from Decheng's school not totally hot? Her father put his hand on my shoulder last year and said something like 'wo-men shi pengyou' with a soulful look in his eye (perhaps because I bought a lot of cheesy t-shirts from him). So, just like Al Yankovic in UHF: 'This means something.'

          paz
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          • #35
            Yea, it probably means that he likes you too. And if you touch his daughter, he's got an assortment of weapons he can use on various parts of your body.

            I'm in Hong Kong. You tell me now about a hottie in Dengfeng? There actually is one? Then again, I wasn't paying much attention to them. I brought my own this time.

            Oh, there's been a change in the FLW staff at the Feng Yuan. Definitely a decrease in quality. Don't have high expectations.

            As for other advice, keep playing with your little Japanese honeys. And keep them in Japan. For some reason, the ones that I've dated that arrived in the US all needed psychiatrists.

            And that was before I got to them.
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            • #36
              Tolerance

              She had these wild eyes. At least, from a distance, I thought it was a she. It might have been a he for all I knew. I had to get a closer look. The multi-colored tatoo that graced the right leg, and, the closely shaven hair, down to a virtual stubble, had thrown me a bit.

              The day was a week or two ago. I was in Shaolin temple with Shi De Cheng, some of his students, and the Nat Geo photographer. We were there to set up some shots for the magazine. I brought the group into the museum area that held the clay figures that depicted all the various historical events related to Shaolin. One of China's movie stars, a previous student of Decheng's, was working out with Shi Ming Wu. I made my quick hello to Mingwu, and got back to our business at hand. I found Decheng staring, in a quite puzzling fashion, at this woman, or man, who was obviously accosting him.

              'Where is Shi Yan Lu?" It was a woman, in her early twenties. Yes, I could tell, once I got closer. She had breasts, if you want to call those droopy things that. Coming from Vegas, I got used to the fact that all breasts had to not only reside on the upper half of a woman's torso, but, had to be rather large, and point to the sky.

              "Where is Shi Yan Lu?", she started to shout, and almost scream, at Decheng. Yes, she had a wild look in her eye, one I immediately recognized. Yes, seen it before. Once you've spent some time with inhabitants of local psychiatric institutions, you recognize that glare. She had it. Most definitely. I kind of stood back and just watched the spectacle.

              "Shi Yan Lu promised me that he was going to meet me here. WHERE IS HE?". She was not only loud, but she was arrogant. And, from what I could tell, French. Not sure if the arrogance was from the schizophrenic side of her, or the French side.

              Decheng just stood there, not really knowing what to do. He just kept telling her that Yan Lu would show up. Now, I kind of got the feeling that Yan Lu probably wanted nothing to do with this woman, which is why he wasnt there with us. But, this girl just wasn't going to have anything to do with that. She saw Decheng in his monk robes, so Decheng just had to know what was going on with Yan Lu. The assault continued. She wasn't going to back down.

              I decided to enter the fray. I couldn't watch Decheng try to fend for himself with this nutty bitch. So I went up to her and basically told her that Decheng was from a different part of the monastery, that he didn't know Yan Lu nor of his whereabouts, and that she was just going to have to ask someone else where he was.

              Wow. Big mistake. She started attacking me verbally. As if I were responsible for Yan Lu's actions. And failure to show up for whatever appointment she had supposedly made with him.

              You reach an age in your life, where this whole Buddhist concept of tolerance just kind of wears away. You get tired of ignorance, most probably because it seems that you're constantly surrounded by it. I just looked at Decheng, and got the feeling that he was thinking the same thing.

              We both walked away.

              She remained, motionless, with fire in her glaring eyes.


              He was a young very thin German boy, with some sort of strange pony tail kind of shaved hair do on his bony head. Now I'm not one to talk when it comes to hair do's, but, this one was different, in a nice sort of way. He was sitting in the back of Decheng's van, with some slight but obvious gastic discomfort. Decheng told us that they had just brought him to the hospital for stomach pains.

              I stuck my head in the van and asked him how he was feeling. I immediately started my evaluation, before he spoke a reply. I could tell that his abdominal problem was nothing serious, from the way that he comfortably moved in the seat. No doubt, he had gotten the Dengfeng drip, a term that I had affectionately used for the dysenteric illness that we all seem to get, in one severity or another. In the past, I had had it from "mild" to "god damn awful". It appeared to me that this kid had it too.

              He told me that he had been there a month already, and that he couldn't have any sort of diarrheal illness. I reassured him that the antibiotics that the Chinese doctors most likely had given him would take care of this abdominal discomfort, and that he would most likely feel better the next day. I did my best to reassure him, as I could tell by his eyes that he was not comfortable with this whole sick thing. Getting ill in the middle of China can be an anxiety inducing experience. Especially, if you've seen the local hospitals like I've seen the local hospitals. But, that's a different story. I did my best to assure this young fellow that he would most probably be better in the morning. I told him that I had been dealing with the same illness.

              The next day, he was training in front of Decheng's school. Just going through some basic kick routine, one kick after another. Simple basic kicking stuff. As I walked by, mentally preparing where we were going to go to shoot photos that day, I had asked him how he was feeling.

              He didn't answer. Just kind of looked right by me. I got the impression that he hadn't heard me, so, I asked him again, with a slightly louder but polite voice, in a concerned manner.

              "How are you feeling today?"

              Without stopping from his leg raising routine, he looked at me with an angry stare, and said with a harsh German accent, "I am practicing". It wasn't the first time I've basically been told to **** off. Again, recognizing ignorance, I ignored this beloved basic Buddhist tenet of tolerance, and walked off, not caring if the **** started to drip out his pants in a stream that flowed down the street.


              Two Shaolin afficionadoes. Two individuals who have traveled far to learn the Shaolin way.

              Two individuals who have very, very much to learn....
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              • #37
                My lungs had been acting up. Started to get this restriction with respect to my breathing. It's what happens when you have spastic bronchitis. Allergies can be a real bitch.

                Being in Dengfeng is not exactly a reassuring thing, when you constantly feel like you're going to suffocate. So, I made a mental note of where the hospital was. Yong told me that there was one just across the street. I kept that in mind, and went about my business with the photographer team.

                The hospital across the street probably would not have done me any good had I had any sort of breathing problems. I found out later that it was a Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital, as opposed to the significantly smaller western type, or, more appropriately, "wanna be" western type hospital down the street. So, one day, just for giggles and ****s, we went there, in search of a lung specialist who might be able to help me with this lung disease I was battling for the past year and a half.

                What a place. You pay this registration fee, of about twenty cents, at the door. Then, you sit in this smoke filled hallway, and wait for one of the doctors to become available. There's no line to get on; you just sort of find a room that has space, and wiggle into it. And, you watch the doctor in that room evaluate and take care of other patients. Talk about privacy.

                We found the supposed lung specialist. She, from what I could tell on her poster on the wall outside her room, was one of the older ones. She was applying some sort of brown **** like substance on this kid's back, and then pasting this huge piece of tape over it. The poor kid was screaming.

                He was covered in tape. I thought to myself, god, I hope I don't get this treatment. I started to think of how I would look with big pieces of tape on top of my bald head.

                Eventually, my sheer size paid off. I was able to squeeze in front of the other poor bastards in the room who had come to see the doctor. She had been intrigued by me.

                The exam was the typical TCM exam that I've come to know and love. Feel the pulse for ten minutes. Each wrist, using three fingers. Look at the tongue. Ask a few questions. We told her about my lung disorder. She wanted to know if I had a cough.

                Well, yea lady, people with spastic bronchitis have a cough. It's part of the allergic asthma syndrome. Then she asked me if I ever had trouble breathing. Well....

                She had made her diagnosis. Good heart, bad lungs. I knew I was in good hands. She wanted to treat me with this new special treatment. The brown **** like substance that she had smeared and taped all over that poor little kid's body.

                I suggested to her, that I might be allergic to whatever was inside that little jar. I kind of offered to her that maybe another medicinal application might be safer for me. I was allergic to aspirin and non steroidal anti inflammatory agents, god knows what was in the brown **** in the jar. My friend Yong started to push me, telling me "Try it", as he always did with the god forsaken food that he always tried to get me to eat. I told him that I wasn't going to look good with tape all over my body. The doctor's assistant, no doubt a doctor to be in training, was busying himself by tearing off six inch long pieces of tape, and sticking them to the desk. He was eyeing my body up and down, no doubt, mentally preparing sites to stick these offensive objects to.

                She then decided that there was a better, more modern treatment that would take this allergic asthma away. It wa a liquid; what she would do, is soak some gauze pads with this liquid, and tape those all over my body. I thought it was a better option than the brown **** stuff she had smeared all over the kid. I asked to see this liquid, just to make sure I wasn't allergic to any component of it. Her assistant stopped tearing off pieces of tape, and ran to the pharmacy down the hall. He looked excited at the prospect of sticking me with tape.

                He came back with a small box, which contained a bottle. For some strange reason, the box was labeled in Chinese and English. I read the English half, and discovered that this stuff that she wanted to paste to me, was simple cough syrup. It contained codeine (used to suppress coughing), and ephedra (used for it's sympathomimetic properties, bronchodilation and decongestion).

                I looked at Yong and told him that this stuff would work better if I drank it. The whole concept of applying cough syrup soaked gauze pads to my body, and covering them in tape, was not only ridiculous, but dangerous as well. Had she been aggressive in her use of gauze pads, the possibility of giving me too much codeine was significant. Cough syrup applied to the skin, under impermeable tape, would eventually get absorbed by the skin. The eventually absorbed dose depended upon how much was applied, and how much was absorbed. Not exactly a scientific way of administering something that was meant to be measured and imbibed.

                She was excited at the prospect of curing my disease by taping this **** to me. Her assistant hurriedly tore more tape. He reminded me of a fourth year medical student who was scheduled to hold retractors in his first major abdominal operation.

                I needed a way out. I basically told her that I was allergic to a component in the liquid. I asked her if there was anything else she could give me. And, there was.

                The balls. The little **** colored brown balls. I had them before, but in a much larger version. The doc in Beijing gave me these large brown balls, half the size of a ping pong ball. I was supposed to swallow it. Instead, I tore it apart and swallowed pieces of it. It did seem to help. These balls were smaller.

                She wanted me to take fifteen of these little balls, three times a day. I opted to take five. Just to see what happened.

                As we left the hospital, I took five of these little things. Couldn't imagine taking fifteen at a time. The effect it had on me was interesting. Kind of like the effect that herbal tea had had on me last year. But not as intense.

                I could feel my pulse getting stronger. Could also feel a slight headache. I got the impression that the active ingredient in these little balls was the same as the **** that caused all that trouble last year with the TCM tea. No doubt, ephedra. They use it for lung disorders, because it causes bronchodilation. It also has some adverse effects on the cardiovascular system. You have to be careful with this stuff.

                I downgraded the use of these little balls to three balls, twice a day. Six balls as opposed to forty five. Six balls a day gives me a slight headache. But I press on. Got to believe they say. Forty five balls? Well, I can only imagine what havoc that would have created...
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                • #38
                  You don't read anything I write about the Philippines do you, Doc? The Filipinas in Japan are called Japayuki, they make a lot of money, but the ones who go to Brunei can make a years wages in mere weeks.
                  There's an area I know where the ocean is just behind the shanty town, my brother-in-law told me the parents do not want their kids in the ocean, they encourage them to play in the street. Why? If they die in the ocean no one is responsible, if they are hit by a car the family can sue. Sad to say life is cheap there.

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                  • #39
                    Philippine cooking

                    Hey Doc did you know what you were eating over there?

                    http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/asiapc....ap/index.html

                    Police: Wedding guests eat victim

                    Tuesday, August 10, 2004 Posted: 7:28 PM EDT (2328 GMT)

                    MANILA, Philippines (AP) -- Four members of a family have been arrested and charged with murder for allegedly killing and eating a relative during a wedding reception -- and serving his flesh to unwitting party guests, police have said.

                    At the July 17 wedding of his daughter, Eladio Baule got angry with his cousin Benjie Ganay who tripped and accidentally touched the bride's bottom, said Senior Police Inspector Perla Bacuel, at Narra town in Palawan province, southwest of Manila.

                    A few hours later, Baule, his son Gerald, another cousin Junnie Buyot and a nephew, Sabtuari Pique, allegedly confronted Ganay, then drove him to a secluded place where they stabbed him to death, Bacuel said.

                    Buyot, who surrendered to police and is acting as a witness, told police they then roasted Ganay's body using coconut leaves and kerosene, Bacuel said.

                    Baule senior later forced Buyot to take a bite of Ganay's flesh, which he claims he threw up but was then forced at knifepoint to swallow, Bacuel said.

                    Buyot told police that the group returned to the party and served some of Ganay's cooked remains to guests who were still celebrating the wedding, Bacuel said.

                    "It was perhaps due to their drunkenness. They probably didn't know what they were eating," he said.

                    Buyot reported the incident several days later to a local village leader who took him to police. Pique also surrendered, and Baule and his son were arrested.

                    Superintendent Rey Lanada, Palawan provincial police chief, said cannibalism would be treated as an aggravating circumstance in the crime.

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                    Copyright 2004 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

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                    • #40
                      It's been an experience. One that really wasn't worth writing about. A sojourn, here in Thailand, training in Muay Thai, getting fresh air, and rebuilding my health, after a devastating year and a half of runaway allergy problems and lung disorders. I thought things were finally starting to calm down.

                      Until we got the phone call the other day.

                      My Thai girlfriend's father was found dead. Another experience, and an "education", which I haven't figured out yet if I should write about it. A journey into Asian family relationships, foreigner relationships, Asian medical care, and the disposition of the deceased.

                      I've been busy, and will be. I'll be back.
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