yesterday i learned what farang means, i never knew i would be using that knowledge so soon
It's actually a derogatory slur which I don't like using because obviously I am not reduced but I can't escape the fact that it's really quite appropriately contemptuous of Caucasians. But with non-conversational English speakers, I don't know another word for "whitey" so I'm forced to use it. Probably worked out quite well for me there but it was unintentional.
Did whomever tell you about it tell you it was rude? Thais use lots of rude words and slurs in strange ways; like they're not always expressly spitting the slur and sometimes some of the most horrifying slurs are used affectionately - I forget the word for half-child and hah it doesn't mean multi-cultural, it means Half a Child as in not a Real child or not a Whole Proper child, merely a half of one (obv half non-Thai / half Thai) - but grandmothers will call their half-breed toddler grand kids that quite horrifying word entirely affectionately, as a nickname.
Same with farang, a lot of Thais won't mean offence but you'll know when they do cause they'll let you know. They'll spit it or sneer it or smirk it, and it never offends me because they don't know me; they know fuckwits that look like me and quite frankly, Western Toddlers here are pretty representative of fuckwits in the West.
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Originally Posted by BlankDaniels
thats another fine mess you got yourself into the mr wincent,
am interested to hear more about the story, how did you end up in the watchtower to begin with ?
I was chatting to this girl coming out of the Asoke MRT back from Fortune Tower where the Lenovo Service Center is because you know, they don't know, I didn't know, I didn't do anything, they did a lot which didn't do anything, they shrugged after awhile, asked if I didn't mind waiting awhile, I didn't have a choice so said no, not at all, they didn't have a clue at all, I had even less than you, and you wouldn't know, I didn't know, they didn't know, so we're hoping Lenovo will know why my brand new Thinkpad (#22 - so hard to keep track, you know? who knows) suddenly went into an endless pre-BIOS boot loop flashing "Configuration Changed, restart the system").
So that's where I was for a few hours and coming back on the MRT, I emerged onto Asoke-Sukhumvit chatting to this girl I met at RCA who is sfhot but kind of disinterested in my honesty now after initially kinda being bemused by it, I think. I wouldn't really know. Everyone plays their cards very close to their chest in this world.
I find it very refreshing and not creepy at all, but I can only speak for me.
She didn't really know what to make of my 'brutal' honesty, but if she knew I was actually telling the Truth I suspect she wouldn't be cool with it. I think she thought I was running game on her and Thai girls are all about that so she messaged me to ask what I was doing as I was coming out of the subway and I just responded when I looked up at a policeman asking me to open my bags.
He was only a street-level cop so I knew the odds were that he was going to be a fairly decent human being. That's because I can do logic. I can explain if confused but the lower level the policeman is in Thailand, the better person he'll be (rough generalisation but perfectly logical). I wasn't bothered at all until he started acting differently than every other cop, and upon emptying all my pockets and going through the bag and finding only computer-related junk, he asked me to empty all my pockets again and my heart skipped a beat cause that's not good.
He found nothing again which was very relieving cause sometimes they find something on round 2 if you know what I mean. I thought I was good when his partner came over and they were chatting in Thai and then they went through my bag again and I'm getting nervous at this point but it's all out in the open on the busy corner between the MRT-BTS interchange. They found nothing again in the bag which was a huge relief and then they needed to search my pockets again and I thought "oh god". They found nothing again and I was certain I was carrying some contraband that third time with the pockets but no apparently I wasn't.
Huge sigh of relief (hidden, ofc) and I thought I was good when they order me to go to the guardhouse with them and I'm thinking "oh fuck me", because of this visa shit which is literally entirely my fault; I'm dysfunctional, I was supposed to do something but it's not important, I'm just dysfunctional and I hate doing procedural bs so I procrastinate and stall and before I know it it's a month overdue and I'm not sure if I'm here illegally or if I'd just be facing a big fine but it's not important because it's leverage. Leverage isn't needed obviously but it could be the pretext the guys who don't need leverage are looking for, because this is a world of humans trying to rationalise being sociopaths as a result of being reduced to sociopaths who prepare for war rather than peace from the moment we're lied to.
So that's how I ended up in the watch-tower where I remained for the next 35 min of heart palpitations. When we entered, the cop that was escorting me did a very respectful flourish and bow / Sawadee to two officers sitting down watching a soap and they were polite back to him but didn't stand up so I knew they'd be pretty high ranked. I thought it best to err on the side of fawning rather than rude so I did the same and they literally blanked me and I started having trouble swallowing. The soap finished and they got up and left and that was one of the rare moments of relief cause they were just unemotional - nothing - no reaction, pure blanked. That was not a good feeling. Then there were just drug tests and they didn't even bother to run the chemical procedure on the stick because they were watching me closely and I was still operating at a very high capacity at that point and I nailed that section so they just discarded the stick. Pretty sure 4 hours isn't a long time but I'll wear the credit for that one, I nailed the line there.
From that point I really struggled. The jeans socks yelling part I wouldn't be happy with seeing a replay of, I was starting to crumble by that stage with nerves.
There was a non-zero chance I was gonna start crying as I fumbled with my stupid jeans trying to get the belt undone and they were pissed and tensions were high. I have no fucking idea what they'd do if a grown man burst into tears in front of them but I daresay to a Thai it'd be so pathetic they might let me go in disgust or they might put a baton into my kidneys out of principle - I'd probably consider either line appropriate. Thais really don't like public displays of emotion. It's considered very degrading and pathetic, which I agree with.
People should keep their imagined feelings to themselves.
I got selected out of a large group pouring off the MRT at rush hour so they were definitely targeting Caucasians which is really bad news. God I hate you fucking Toddlers, you have no idea how pathetic you are in a grownup world where we all have to live together.
Toddlers cannot play fair. They cannot have fun. Nothing about what they do is sane but they know they're hilarious stepping on the rights and ability of others to have fun; and they'll mock you if you object. They'll ridicule you cause they don't value your shit. They're into way more pathetic shit which isn't more important than your shit; it's way more important than anything you could have to do including, but not limited to, remaining alive. They don't give a fuck. They'll mock you if you remonstrate that their fun almost killed you. They'll tell you you're over-reacting. *teehee*
Then they'll scream in ways that frankly deserve euthanasia because they're all fucking too cool for school until Reality hits then they scream their blood-curling screams that fill me with homicidal fantasies. It's the screaming that warrants their deaths. Do whatever the fuck you want but if you scream at the consequences Humanity should put you in the ground. It's indecent.
But I was a victim of some fuckwits with the same skin colour; that was readily apparent. These cops did not really care for what I represented. It was pure profiling and honestly, it's hard to see how I can complain. I'd profile the fuck out of farangs as well; I'd profile them right out of the country if I were Thailand. They're a filthy bunch of rude, boorish, unfunny, whining, inconsiderate fucks that literally CANNOT play with each other or play fair or allow anyone else to have fun if they're having a bad time. Or a good time. It fucking drives me nuts cause I see it in clubs and people who aren't REMOTELY thinking of me as a foreigner will see it, look at me, and then I'm a farang for the rest of the night.
The best clubs like Demo have had it up to here with you fucking farang Toddlers. Demo had a Foreigners Only door fee of like 1000bt which is AWESOME and I love watching the entitled farang whine about how unfair it is to the bouncers who - although I don't speak Thai - are saying some very rude things when they're laughing at these whining farang Toddlers too poor not to be outraged by the fee that - if it were up to me - would price them out of the country.
But I was definitely profiled which is happening a lot more now. It's really infuriating / frightening / infuriating. I'd kill all the Toddlers if I could flip a switch. Filthy fucks like the ones we got here, but in public. They don't want to follow the rules because they think they're above the rules. They'll bleat like bitches at the "racism" of a door fee for cunts, of course. Then they'll narcissist their demented faces through the world, growing in confidence and arrogance when Thais cower at their loud-mouthed unfunny boorish attention-seeking.
Thais will let you think that they're cowering if you want to imagine such a hilarious thing. This is because Thais are not your mother. They won't warn you. They won't give you ultimatums. You can just go nuts and they'll just let you right up the point where maybe you get foot in your face or arrested or something, if you're lucky. That's not very likely because Thais are very functional and that shit is a real drag and a mood-killer. So they'll let you kill the mood until you are so far out of line, I'm seriously wanting Toddlers to eat the curb but invariably something else less dramatic occurs. It's not as Hollywood but I'm not going to lie. I know it's insane. I know it's religious. I know it's vindictive and I know it's corruption and I know it's wrong. But fuck it. Watching a farang Toddler's perception of Reality get synced with the Reality their moronic is at odds with is something I've seen a few times. What can I say.
It just feels good.
The reason these 'Alpha'-males do this bullshit is because they misperceive the Zen sanity. They think everyone is bitches or weak or respectful of their superiority. I know how their tiny minds work, I can see their 'courage' cautiously rising as no one glares at them or tells them to shut up or does all the dumb redundant things which are insane if you think about it. So they'll just escalate as everyone looks awkward and then they'll grab out at a girl walking past cause all girls are whores right; they're in Thailand. They know this. They're rich foreigners, the girls are lucky to be considered by them. It's funny because they're not, really; they're not really rich here, there's just a lot of complexities with pricing of some very unique commodities which are grotesquely under-priced which make them believe they're loaded but no. There's so much money here, I'm middle class I would imagine. Middle of middle class. Most of the guys I'm talking about aren't that classy.
But in the West arrogance is considered cool and the same thing is true here. The only difference is here, you can't fake it till you make it. That's an insane Oprah Westerner delusion. If you're loud, or excessively excited, or trying to be the center of attention for no reason the way Toddlers all do - so nauseating, with zero personality they'll make up for it by talking twice as loud; I've been horrified at it my entire life - do that shit here and they will just let you. But you're either arrogant or you're not. If you're not and you try to be, or try to force it without reason or warrant or point, you can get introduced to Reality pretty rapidly and it's not pretty when it happens, but you know.
It is for me.
It's kinda pathetic of me really, but it's a big highlight of my life when it happens; I'm embarrassed to say. I just really hate fuckwits who cannot realise how demented they're being. But I can see what's happening. They're oblivious, obviously. But if they saw the smirks and the rolled eyes and contempt and the sneers, they'd be so embarrassed they'd probably either want to noose or simply start yelling louder cause CLEARLY YOU'RE NOT INTERESTING ENOUGH UNTIL YOU'RE LOUD ENOUGH. Toddlers think in these terms. I pay the consequences far too often and disproportionately for sharing skin colour with fucktards who can't play in a social setting because they have to run roughshod over the right of others to not be imposed upon by their demented Needy.
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sounds like you are incredibly lucky not to have gotten kicked out of the country after spending a few days in the detention center which doesnt seem like fun times.
Hmm. It would have been a money issue, which...I'm going to start killing fuckwits soon and I'm not even joking. I literally need contract workers in Aust / NZ if anyone knows any good ones.
This fuck owes me 6 figures. There are a lot - I mean a LOT - of guys who would take (quite fairly) his entire tourney win of 600k because he was stealing my money to play these tourneys as I expressly ordered him to send me piecemeal instead as his debt skyrocketed (which he induced after swearing black and blue, lying - brazen lying). He ignored me and played. All that money is mine but I'm only going to invoice him for the accrued amount which is 6 figures. I'm owed like 300k + in shit that is structured in deals like this because cunts fucking lie. He doesn't feel it's fair that because he won that he has to live up to the firm and strict conditions of the loan he stole under lies and filthy sworn deceit. He wants to pay the literal devalued by CPI loan back. Ah, this is Toddler thinking that is going to get him hurt really bad. He's going to really scream. I ain't playing anymore. If anyone knows a serious operator, I'm a generous contractor. Get them in touch. I've fucking had it with Toddler insults.
It's not just small talk. He really hopes I'm doing well. No really, he does.
No efforts to contact me after the win or send the amount owed to my bank. That's going to be expensive for him because it is not my job to chase those who owe; the vig was running on his decision. And when I chase, that's going to have added penalties on TOP. We're talking a few levels of exacting.
I'm not going to converse. He thinks I would converse with him. I find this hilarious. The next he hears from me is going to be a loud noise he won't have heard before, like splintering.
Check out the dates. Unbelievable. He's going to hate himself because it's so senseless. Suffering is just so fucking senseless. Is it not?
These fucking sleazebags.
Law? Legal system? Who the fuck are these people and on what alternate Reality are they living in. Seriously rofl.
But this shit is endless. If a human Toddler on this filthy planet doesn't hear from you in a few months or a few emails, they'll literally fist pump and in their mind your money becomes their money. But this world isn't violent enough. It's ripe for the plucking so I don't know what these law-abiding imbeciles are fucking babbling about.
Can you fault my logic?
It's just non-stop. I have countless emails like this from every fucking entity. It's fucking hilarious. And - oh I'm pretty sure about this - TWBB.
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so whats the story now then are you fucked for getting a new visa or will you still be able to manage it. afaik you can just leave the country, pay a fine and then re-enter no bother but obv you are way more clued up on this that i am.
Well I need to go look into it, but I have to call Citibank in Australia and I don't have Skype because all my computers are in...yeah. I'm on my corrupted Chromebook and that doesn't have Skype. I've been in the conversation 3 times when I've burned through 1000 bt balances on my phone and been d/c'd. Obviously I'm aware there are cheaper methods but I don't know them because I JUST USE SKYPE.
You know, if my computers didn't go into endless BIOS loops for no reason. The girl.
Then I was on the moped taxi for awhile and couldn't respond and by the time I got home she was tired so "next time?"
Next time.
If you can't speak English, and so few of you can because you're all demented non-learners who aren't interested in anything productive - and you all lie a lot, I've noticed that - most English-speakers are actually incapable of conversational English. They struggle badly at translating what literal English words mean (like when I tell Mike to FUCK OFF DIE NEVER BOTHER ME AGAIN and he processes it as "Is Jonny angry still? I should work harder to talk about my respect and love for him and advice I know he needs" - for those of you who imagine you can speak fluent English but are actually pidgin speakers, "next time" means "maybe". And "maybe" is in a different moment to the moment that you are in and we all know how humans live in moments.
"next time" is a rare time, is my point. It's not a big deal. Girls are not a big deal.
Toddlers, on the other hand. I'm running out of patience with their 'deal'. There will be a time at some point when Toddlers endlessly fucking up the world's moments with their filthy fucking need to create misery and faggotry and - all those hilarious lies - for fun, will be deemed "Enough" by me. And then TWBB. And fucking whatever, I know it's not right or sane but if you're going to do something you might as well have fun.
Cause it's funny. Hey, the Toddler thought his deal was funny. What do your feelings matter when it comes to their having fun? It's all cool by me, seriously.
Except when Reality hits and Toddlers scream. One of these times, at some point, they're going to go into the ground because it's just indecent. It's the screaming that I can't handle. Their screaming and their sobbing and their begging and their fucking whining. Omg.
You Toddlers sure do whine like bitches when Reality bitch-slaps you. Sooner or later some Toddlers are going to bleed. I don't know when. Soon.
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