tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75218663026919257962024-02-20T18:49:00.734-08:00Make the world an awesome place ...A blog about gay life, love, Asia, and all the little things that make the world an awesome placeFriendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-80482408996455461122013-02-15T08:58:00.000-08:002013-02-15T08:58:54.704-08:00Namaste Nepal <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just had a great time in Nepal (Kathmandu, Patan, Pokhara, Bakhtapur). Will update with more articles in the
next few weeks but I wanted to share some photos taken from my lomo
camera. Hope you will enjoy and Namaste !<br /></div>
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<br /><br />Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-88045705990667933222012-09-20T02:34:00.001-07:002012-09-20T02:34:44.355-07:00TrangWe were supposed to go to Trang (south of Thailand) for just one day, on
our way to some beautiful island. This city was just a stop-over.
Finally, we did stay just one day to Trang but we didn't go any further.
The weather was so bad that we couldn't hop on the boat and risk to
stay in our island resort all day without anything to do and worst stay
in an island with no possible escape to the shore. So even though Trang
isn't on most (any?) tourist travel plan, here are some of the
highlights of our only day in this city which we made the most of it,
despite the odds...<br /><br />
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A sign ...<br /><br /><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTh0b5IhqibXjb-5wcymT1PvbSXyqjXSQsZpP1HPGnGkaEcgGduv3R-CBw7VCVpiDbvLxBzezzerFM6lSEX4x_1qR5NW0SMkBkkZnWkFJ3ZQRjbIobcDPqKKE4UgnABxF83rg7d7d8UcQ/s320/IMG-20120914-01732.jpg" width="320" /></div>
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Belugas</div>
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More belugas...</div>
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Pork with Taro</div>
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Beautiful lights</div>
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Traditionnal tuk-tuk</div>
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Clock Tower</div>
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A park with a statue (and thirsty horses)</div>
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And street art ! </div>
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Summer is already over ... here are some memorable moments from this summer 2012 : </div>
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Relaxing time in Samui </div>
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Grey weather in Bangkok<br /></div>
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Cocktail time with friends <br /></div>
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Beautiful views<br /></div>
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Friendly cows<br /></div>
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Birthday boy</div>
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Some love <br /></div>
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Smiley face <br /></div>
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Ice cream smiley face <br /></div>
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More love and asian cuteness</div>
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What were your memories of this summer 2012 ? </div>
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I didn’t know that being a father would take so much of my energy! I really suspect my 2 year-old boy to be a vampire, because he is literally sucking the life out of me! Waking up crying in the middle of the night to drink milk, rising up as the sun the next early morning when you are still barely able to differentiate dream from reality, monitoring any of your movement and inevitably asking you "what are you doing?", jumping on you, hitting you (for fun!?!), asking you to carry him around in your arms everywhere…. few examples of the joy of parenthood. I've already cancelled my gym membership, my new trainer is a tough one! Any little moment of peace I have, only one idea sticks to my mind: SLEEP! … or shower ? … no, it can wait… my bruised and exhausted body needs some rest. Pronto! <br />
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But something doesn't quite ring true with this bat a-like monster theory. If he is the reason why I can't seem to find the energy to open my eyes, how come when I'm away from him, I feel so empty and lifeless? I guess missing him takes a lot more energy than I thought. Must be another evil trick… Note to self: eat more garlic, avoid fangs. <br />
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Even though I'm pretty sure my son is a vampire, with Twilight, True Blood and others Being Human, don't we all love our little blood sucking creatures? Don't know for you, but I surely love mine. Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-86016379783758327142012-04-15T10:01:00.001-07:002012-04-15T10:02:17.308-07:00Papa<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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Let me break it to you: I love children! As far as I can remember, I have always wanted to have one, two or a bunch of them (please … pretty please!). Sadly, I wasn't born in a baby-filled family. I'm the only child, the only grand-child and I had to live in a world surrounded by adults. It has probably helped me being more mature than most kids my age but I was lacking the play-times with youngsters and the falling-over-heels for the cute laugh of a related toddler. <br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> I was expecting, it would take years before I would meet the right guy and start a family. I thought I would go through the very slow and complicated process of adopting a child with him, through an agency or else, our own Pitt-Jolie version of happiness. But fate has its ways and sometimes its happy endings. My perfectly imperfect boyfriend, as I mentioned in this post, has several younger brothers and one of them, 19 years of age, has a 2 year old baby boy and a 8 months girl. As he is too young to financially take care of them (and not mature enough I guess), my boyfriend is helping out a lot so much so that he is considering his nephew as his own son. So when I was introduced to the whole family, his big concern was: "will I hit it off with this little boy?" I've always heard those stories where barren couples were visiting an orphanage in another country and among hundreds of children had an instant connection with one particular child. That’s somehow what happened to me. And soon enough that little boy called me "Papa". A magic word I knew how to say but never heard. <br />
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We are spending as much time as we can together and try to get ready to welcome him in our home in a few months, figuring out plans for the future including him and probably later on his little sister. Of course his real father will always be his father but I guess there is a room for a "Papa" in his life and I'm more than ready to enjoy this role. </span></div>Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-76853450384954704212012-03-21T03:09:00.002-07:002012-03-21T03:21:20.128-07:00"I don't date smart people" or the era of idiocracy<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8jSawolBjKENd9unbtG7Vyt47WV46iAdNBiEc4rXLAQhplR1ZE7vSTqJFqEQNacgAkwoAoL3mK-HTiPescURni4peQrSm5RMo-NgiEsUo3_PArFQB8EVn4YoRro4k0wQhdS_zwQb3Qs/s1600/CNV000042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8jSawolBjKENd9unbtG7Vyt47WV46iAdNBiEc4rXLAQhplR1ZE7vSTqJFqEQNacgAkwoAoL3mK-HTiPescURni4peQrSm5RMo-NgiEsUo3_PArFQB8EVn4YoRro4k0wQhdS_zwQb3Qs/s320/CNV000042.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US">I was channeling through television when I heard this sentence on "The Millionaire's Matchmaker" (silly reality TV program … I know!): "I don’t usually date smart women". I was so flabbergasted by this quote that I had to write about it. <br />
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What is it with the society now that value looks over smarts, and packaging over personality. I'm not hypocrite enough to say that only inner beauty matters but when looking for a partner for life one must scan through the perfect smile and body to see what will stick until the end. What do these shallow people expect from their life together? Hot sex for a few weeks and then a whole life of boredom (probably punctuated by affairs with even dumber good-looking people)? What happened to the society if now saying "I don't date smart people" or "I have never read a book" doesn't shock anyone anymore? <br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> Few years back, I watched a movie entitled Idiocracy (see trailer above), where a regular man woke up in the future and realized he was the smarter man alive as all the planet became more and more stupid over the years and decades. Is it what is going to happen to us? It wouldn't surprise me. After all, movies have already replaced books, auto-correcting avoids you the burden that is learning how to spell words, envy prevails on curiosity and football players are paid much more than world leaders and a thousand thinkers of all kind together. <br />
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What are we teaching our children? To try to look better because that's what they will really need to succeed or they will be bullied being named "dork", "nerd", "geek"? It's never too late to realize what is important: a good heart, a nice personality, and a well-rounded brain. American people have already invented a singing contest called the Voice where the judges aren't able to see the candidates and can only judge of their singing performance and not their looks. If American people can do it, EVERYTHING is possible! (just kidding … </span>^^<span lang="EN-US">") <br />
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So please people: read books, develop your imagination and intellect, think (!), and find someone who gets your joke and makes you laugh, cause even the hardship of time will not make THAT fade away. </span></div> <span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span>Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-65936422231135205842012-03-11T07:24:00.000-07:002012-03-11T07:24:32.333-07:00My weekend in the country<div class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:HyphenationZone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>FR</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif][if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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</style> <![endif]--><span lang="EN-US">It had been a while that I hadn't visited the countryside. Over three years ago, I was living a more traditional lifestyle in Laos: no shower (just a basin filled up with water), no internet (had to walk 3 kilometers to use a cybercafé), no taxi to bring you anywhere on demand (just a bike or its motorized version) and laughs and chilled out moments with friends and their relatives to fill up the blanks. <br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2RTzU_tGpmVOYvvBHVCQpjTkEx-wFfx8uKjV788xRU_nFt8yUJWcF6KdOhrG5AYpX5aj2fAjki02sD4xrfEK3Y9f-cIri7Hpl-9NezliwY9ALU9makQovd1dmhpgsZ8lqCBSo_90_M8/s1600/IMG-20120310-00779.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2RTzU_tGpmVOYvvBHVCQpjTkEx-wFfx8uKjV788xRU_nFt8yUJWcF6KdOhrG5AYpX5aj2fAjki02sD4xrfEK3Y9f-cIri7Hpl-9NezliwY9ALU9makQovd1dmhpgsZ8lqCBSo_90_M8/s320/IMG-20120310-00779.jpg" width="239" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">After a few years living in Bangkok, energetic and luxurious capital of the Kingdom of Thailand, I guess you get a little "bourgeois". Life is so easy: countless restaurants, taxis circulating everywhere, at any time, internet at a cheap price at home or on my smartphone, refreshing air conditioning and hot showers at leisure, and no spare time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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Last week-end was different. My loved one asked me if I wanted to go with him to visit his family in a remote and rural thai village. Only two hours separated the departure from our condo to his birth-home but it seemed we were already in another world. An unknown universe filled with memories from my own past: the basin with cold water ready to get you wet and clean, the food we all share sitting on the ground, the spartian but warm habitat … The "simple life", as Paris Hilton would say on her reality-TV show. But unlike her, I didn’t feel like a stranger placed in an un-friendly environment. To the contrary, I felt at ease, peaceful, sitting here on the wooden porch, gazing at rice fields surrounding me. <br />
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Life in the countryside takes a slower track: you wake up early with the sun, and finish your day as luminous star ends its course on your side of the world. You eat, talk, vacate to your chores and ritual activities. You have time for yourself, time to pause and reflect on the day and the future. What a shock when you are used to the fast and hectic pace of urban life. I didn't need to look at my watch. I have time! Time, I can waste with the unnecessary and use for the essential. And so I did. I was able to get rid of the bad thoughts, the burden of doubts and replace them with a deep breath of fresh air and a sigh of relief. And right now, as I prepare myself to go back to my routine and grow bigger the crowd of busy and impatient city people, I'm under the impression that I will join them feeling a little bit lighter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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It had been a while, as I said, since I had come to the countryside. But it felt great to be back. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-26524575398942359492012-02-25T02:54:00.000-08:002012-02-25T02:54:40.171-08:00Taking chances<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhJXIi8IZxu1yXfCTNWFsU1S-UwZN8_vUSxdSBVtwguA8FhMXRNKtBa7W_V_yIn9x_1gdqy06RseaJO8iMvKowVlWX0BqHsYScRLdG3rd8neF3HQ4-45TKkHJdsP7NLqK12GM3j35RIM/s1600/20A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Dating isn't easy, that's the least you can say… <br />
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I got really tired last few months after accumulating bad experiences and ending up going out with the same kind of man. The same immature, selfish, "not-sure-where-we-are-going-but-I-kinda-like-you", careless and inexpressive man-child. But after each deception, I was back in business looking for the RIGHT one. Most of my friends thought I was insane (or at least slightly mentally deficient) to go back in the game with the same enthusiasm.<i> "You should learn from your mistakes"</i>, they seem to say. But in which way was it really my fault to believe real love is possible? I've realized my only real mistake was to pick the wrong guys to share my unaltered and intensely romantic idea of romance. <br />
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I was looking at some couples, the ones you hate cause they are too perfect for each other, and thought "why not me ?". And I was right to think so … After all, who can tell you <i>"it's not for everyone"</i>, <i>"it happens to one in a million"</i>? Giving up hope in your dreams, is giving up your right to live the path that you've chosen for yourself. That thought, to me, is unbearable. In love, as in professional life, one needs to stay ambitious. <br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhJXIi8IZxu1yXfCTNWFsU1S-UwZN8_vUSxdSBVtwguA8FhMXRNKtBa7W_V_yIn9x_1gdqy06RseaJO8iMvKowVlWX0BqHsYScRLdG3rd8neF3HQ4-45TKkHJdsP7NLqK12GM3j35RIM/s1600/20A.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhJXIi8IZxu1yXfCTNWFsU1S-UwZN8_vUSxdSBVtwguA8FhMXRNKtBa7W_V_yIn9x_1gdqy06RseaJO8iMvKowVlWX0BqHsYScRLdG3rd8neF3HQ4-45TKkHJdsP7NLqK12GM3j35RIM/s320/20A.JPG" width="216" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">And somehow, it happened. <br />
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This time, I didn’t really expect it. One fine man (the whole package, believe me) decided to enter my life, and really wanted to get a special spot. I was doubtful at first, but my walls rapidly fell apart as I fell as quickly in love with him. For the first time, as far as my bandage-fixed heart can remember, the awkward match-making of two human beings was making perfect sense. And strangely enough, all the previous relationships were making sense as well. The bad dates, the insecure moments, the cheaters, the cheated, the ones I had a crush on but weren't moved, the ones who felt for me but didn’t move me, … all this non-sense which is the quest for "the one", was finally intelligible. <br />
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As a mad scientist, I was just experimenting different formulas, using a little bit of this, or a little less of that. With time, I had eliminated few factors that made the relationship explosive or too bland. This time I feel the chemical reaction is just right. This is an on-going experience though and I can't be sure of its outcome, after all in pharmaceutical industry you need few years of medical supervision to make sure a new product is working and has no dangerous after-effect. But what I'm 100% sure of, at this precise moment, is that everything is clear: neither fog, nor doubt about his feelings or mine towards each other. We are in love and that’s just what I need to know. <br />
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So, be reassured my friends, I have learned my lesson, and I have chosen him. </span>Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-140247759290707922012-01-22T04:30:00.000-08:002012-01-22T04:39:28.971-08:00Thailand's influence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnt5S-R7M1HEnVUaWIc0JPKCalxeRU90v5YyAOue15wNrLY47AH8TqmOqvdB_HANBUsIE8yUZCsm-2usWgPnBNvAZvHhOixJQOqTOOIsqWkNJeJUxySU8624vQEief3XJDbA7PfX2kHik/s1600/CNV000005+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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- You never wonder who are the owners of all those dogs in the street<br />
- You have never seen that many people without a leg or arm in the street asking for money, yet you rarely see anyone in a wheelchair<br />
- Your sentences (even in English) end up by "krub", "kha" with the addition sometimes of "na"<br />
- You check out how your hair looks like in motorbike's mirror<br />
- You do the same for your pimples<br />
- In the public transportations, you leave your seats to pregnant ladies, old people, young children … and monks !<br />
- You know now why some guys keep the nail of their pinky longer (and you are still disgusted by it)<br />
- You are obsessed by the 7/11 door ring<br />
- You aren't surprised people sell food in the street, you aren't that concerned about the hygiene and you even buy some home every night<br />
- When you sing along without understanding the lyrics of any Japanese or Korean song, you are very happy to be able to just sing out loud "Baby", "lady" or another variation of those words<br />
- Whenever you buy something at any 7/11 you wait for the receipt and systematically throw it at the garbage can right outside of the shop<br />
- You started a collection of plastic bags<br />
- You have at least 20 plastic straws in your home and you never use them<br />
- You have at least that many wooden chop-sticks<br />
- You have been told "your skin is so white" and you take it as a compliment<br />
- You go on a motorbike, take a tuk-tuk or a taxi without any fear for your own safety<br />
- You hear "farang" every 2 minutes but you don't pay attention to it<br />
- You smile to strangers and feel that people back in your home country are all so negative … <br />
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Feel free to add more in the commentsFriendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0Thaïlande15.870032 100.992541000000078.443854 96.84583300000007 23.296210000000002 105.13924900000008tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-88276764025581050092012-01-11T00:27:00.000-08:002012-01-11T00:27:38.484-08:00The coconut résumé syndrom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhX5BPOd8D5dKLlLl9ymZ26ca-JjZHyC_eqr9BzfswXp-SIw39_mllcwh-B1r4avYlbUHow9EsDnyyBk-V9KCVjsBeR2rLzuAdKG-JtCRtYllUlLPtAJ-xuuJfQc1t7X0sz81RG6EAno/s1600/coconut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhX5BPOd8D5dKLlLl9ymZ26ca-JjZHyC_eqr9BzfswXp-SIw39_mllcwh-B1r4avYlbUHow9EsDnyyBk-V9KCVjsBeR2rLzuAdKG-JtCRtYllUlLPtAJ-xuuJfQc1t7X0sz81RG6EAno/s320/coconut.jpg" width="320" /></a>Australia, Brazil, Thailand, Mexico, California, Mediterranean coast, ... so many destinations that make salivating with envy the tourists around the world. But if some benefit of the coconut trees and beautiful sandy beaches, there must be some people who are working! Yet even after months or years to work in these paradises, as you return to France, recruiters look at you with a funny look. Your CV seems like a holiday long overdue <br />
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For several weeks you try to find work in France, after you have worked very hard for years in a company located in a country so "postcard" that all your French friends have passed the word to come to visit you at least once. However, if the beach may be famous in your last hometown, you did not see it as often as you'd hoped. Like thousands of locals, your week was summed up by these words: subway, work, sleep. Little by little, your efforts have paid and you have climbed one by one the hierarchical levels. It is proud of this experience - but not without sadness – that you've plunged back into the French labor market. Yet you can't find a job. After yet another rejection, you boil: <i>"But why recruiters do not take me seriously?".</i> The reason is well known: the coconut résumé syndrom. <br />
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The coconut résumé syndrom... </b><br />
To acquire professional skills abroad, so deserving they may be, is not necessarily judged in its just value by HR who don't have all the keys to understand this totally foreign universe, in the reading of your curriculum vitae. <i>" I lived for 3 years in Greece. Hanging of this time while I was on parental leave, I received a successful MBA in English accredited by the international association. (…) In my return, my company dismissed me and I look for a work. Companies look at my CV and have fun with this training in Greece. A PRESTIGIOUS diploma became a joke!!!! "</i>, so explains Melissa. The surprise is sometimes such as you become a curious animal. Delebecque experienced it:<i> " I lived in Seychelles and worked in it. An employer convened me to an interview just to see the head of somebody who had worked in Seychelles and said it! "</i><br />
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Contact a former employer in a different language to confirm your words can scare recruiters. Like living your life in an earthly paradise makes you look a privileged who will ask for too many wage demands. In the end, seen from France, it is often difficult to evaluate an experience beyond our borders. <i>"I work or live abroad (including Brazil) for 15 years, but I think to go back to France. Guess what worries me most: the narrow-mindedness of some members of the departments of human resources in France, as depicted anywhere on the net: 'Working too long abroad is not good! You work in college, not good! You installed your own business, suspect! You took an extended parental leave, not good! You are fluent in a language spoken only by a half-million people, crazy! You took a year sabbatical, clear! "</i>, shows Sylvain. A counselor at the job center, however, confirms this lack of decline of some recruiters<i>. "I can attest to the narrowness of mind which is reflected in the " philosophy" of Pole Emploi. In the computer file of the job seeker, the experiences in abroad do not count! Absurd! "</i>laments Veronica. Sandra seems slightly more optimistic: "<i>The narrowness hit France like a plague! But do not worry, everything can be cured :)" </i><br />
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<b>Open their eyes! </b><br />
Your complexion may be a bit more tanned than the other candidates' - although the neon lights are the same in the offices abroad or in Paris - but that does not mean that you have spent your time to bask in the sun. <i>"Work experience is an experience, and the environment should not change that,</i>" said Sylvain. If your resume is a little erratic, take the time to detail your career choices and responsibilities shouldered during your atypical path in your motivation letter. Your curriculum will intrigue, for sure, but it is also an advantage to get an interview where you can further enhance these skills hard won in the tropical heat. Up to you to open the minds of your future employer! <i>"From the perspective of the business, you have proven your openness, your curiosity. But you will truly make it all a" plus" professionally if you are able to show your value to the company itself. If you want to enhance your experience, you have to find the right words, beyond anecdotes, to describe how you've learned your skills acquired abroad directly and effectively. It is a major effort to do. "</i>said Claude Mulsant, deputy director of Magellan *. <br />
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<b>From Dream to Reality </b><br />
Expatriation obviously enriches your life path and your career. The return to France should allow you to take advantage of the skills and knowledge acquired on the spot. Working abroad, even if the word "winter" does not really make sense in the local language, is not synonymous of a sabbatical year. Remember also when you had to work in a real sauna at the slightest failure of aircon or those evenings when you stayed cloistered in your office when there had been a notice of tropical storm. So bring back to reality the dreamy recruiters, stuck in their hazy weathers. Make them realize that the hard hours of labor are the same in Rio or in Maubeuge, and even more complicated because of the language barrier. <br />
With a bit of explanation and openness, they will quickly realize the benefits of your arrival in their company. They still may envy you a little, but who could blame them ... <br />
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* The Magellan Network is a professional meeting, exchange of information and targeting those responsible for International Human Resources, International Relocation and Compensation & Benefits. </span>Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-1548784781801815292011-12-28T02:44:00.000-08:002011-12-28T02:51:54.714-08:00The 11 movies I've loved in 2011<span lang="EN-US">I have been a lot to the theaters this year. Disappointing sometimes, often enjoyable, I came up with a list of 11 movies that I've really liked in 2011; it goes crescendo so read it all! </span>:)<br />
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X-Men: First Class</u> <br />
After the really disappointing X-men: Wolwerine, this last opus of the successful franchise was really enjoyable. Not much to say about it except some awesome super powers, battle between evil and good and a nice 60's atmosphere. </span><br />
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Fast Five</u><br />
In a totally different genre, this action movie was really entertaining and the scenario wasn’t bad at all. Of course, the story stays simple: good bad guys against cops, sexy people and breathtaking car races, but it all works and gives a second breath to the Fast and Furious franchise. </span><br />
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</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><u>Rise of the Planet of the Apes</u><br />
For once, a prequel is even better than the original ! Great scenario and scenes, good actors and believable struggles in our little monkey friend's mind. </span></div><br />
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Another surprise this year. Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis have a great chemistry in this romantic movie, really enjoyable and funny. I can't hide the fact that all those naked scenes were really enjoyable too </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span><span lang="EN-US"> Too bad the ending is so cheesy! </span><br />
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</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><u>The Help</u><br />
Just watched it in the plane and it was really good! Emma Stone is growing into a great actress. The topic of the black maid in the conservative white southern USA was really interestingly treated.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARzC3epgHX-w81SeRrpjw8qe-kSVKwwftFJKFsd2EwRy14P05fQyRbuCGPAqhe2Rkd9hCbdMpFIg2aZPchpHEaIOhVRPWGSyVBdtLwJSTpeYgiP-GiBEmdLoYOExBMc_niLQ8Y6akvZw/s1600/hanna-poster-221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARzC3epgHX-w81SeRrpjw8qe-kSVKwwftFJKFsd2EwRy14P05fQyRbuCGPAqhe2Rkd9hCbdMpFIg2aZPchpHEaIOhVRPWGSyVBdtLwJSTpeYgiP-GiBEmdLoYOExBMc_niLQ8Y6akvZw/s200/hanna-poster-221.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><u>Hanna</u> <br />
What a movie! The young actress <span class="osl"><span style="color: black;">Saoirse Ronan</span></span> plays a bad-ass killer trained by her dad. Great action and suspense. With a scary and cold Cate Blanchett (definitely my favorite actress)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNntJ12FcouHjZhSscGChTs5urwrWdA-o65w5_bsAQvaiECHPuWyUrYnqw-N2JfHYHr5B2o9PUNmb8Gj2ThSsBbNdRSXgqTVMRpp8RB0iiCyNyW85StrrZUT70_CLScwwYp1iqlQLlDsM/s1600/kingsspeech.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNntJ12FcouHjZhSscGChTs5urwrWdA-o65w5_bsAQvaiECHPuWyUrYnqw-N2JfHYHr5B2o9PUNmb8Gj2ThSsBbNdRSXgqTVMRpp8RB0iiCyNyW85StrrZUT70_CLScwwYp1iqlQLlDsM/s200/kingsspeech.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> <br />
</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><u>The King's Speech</u><br />
Rewarded by the Academy, The King's Speech is one of my favorite movies this year. The story is moving, funny and makes you learn a lot about the British monarchy. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnqfSyctVSKr9kUL7kydFla6U0b_kZF9oGw9_7bz1deamElSs7WnqalE8KsZ0frz-yBDgrCiP7_ZRKN9ylSxsdCu_7nNvkDeqaMgHgN2pjlZSe2escHb3lwZVCKexwCkQ54GQE03FElE/s1600/critique-film-super-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnqfSyctVSKr9kUL7kydFla6U0b_kZF9oGw9_7bz1deamElSs7WnqalE8KsZ0frz-yBDgrCiP7_ZRKN9ylSxsdCu_7nNvkDeqaMgHgN2pjlZSe2escHb3lwZVCKexwCkQ54GQE03FElE/s200/critique-film-super-8.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> <br />
</span></span><span lang="EN-US"><u>Super 8</u> <br />
Ah! Finally a good movie from Steven Spielberg with a coming to age story. A young and passionate boy wants to direct a movie with friends and ends up falling in love with the main actress, meanwhile being witness in an alien invasion. Beautiful atmosphere, amazing young actors, great action and special effects. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaWf_dGCWRSYq2aesMzIjT9cMN6DOdqxJ_i1vnqkwMwqbmR-53_V81xG962-TmCl6xGhjeAI8ZWaSFCzPzpRKY1_yLYQVbL1V8RXqhNij8zqkjLRTOv61a2NHKq_qdKjzCXnSc5BSKHU/s1600/The+BEaver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaWf_dGCWRSYq2aesMzIjT9cMN6DOdqxJ_i1vnqkwMwqbmR-53_V81xG962-TmCl6xGhjeAI8ZWaSFCzPzpRKY1_yLYQVbL1V8RXqhNij8zqkjLRTOv61a2NHKq_qdKjzCXnSc5BSKHU/s200/The+BEaver.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> <br />
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Probably the strangest movie of the year but wow! This movie directed by Jodie Foster stole my heart. Even if I needed few minutes to get into the "Mel Gibson talking to a beaver muppet", the actor played his part so well, from depressed to possessed, that you really believe that the Beaver is actually alive! And the ending: genius and shocking! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6AVpy6DO6PvPnxsDzEUIGPHaKLuJ3jP3hrCnZDjjWdbkldmvQ6mDSN5dPN8Q8govDOnaLhXZxFjegu0oj1iYZ_2ByebCHNikAoek9AE-EdHl5CN4ogL8-3afCSb0QtQoA1NnAeJ0KFQ/s1600/contagion-movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6AVpy6DO6PvPnxsDzEUIGPHaKLuJ3jP3hrCnZDjjWdbkldmvQ6mDSN5dPN8Q8govDOnaLhXZxFjegu0oj1iYZ_2ByebCHNikAoek9AE-EdHl5CN4ogL8-3afCSb0QtQoA1NnAeJ0KFQ/s200/contagion-movie.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> <br />
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Shocking, simplified, strong emotions and amazing actors (Kate Winslet, Marion Cotillard, Matt Damon, Laurence Fishburne</span>…). The viewer is witnessing the spread of an unknown disease, a scary one. No cure and dead people pilling up. You follow the journey of several actors in that medical catastrophe: a family, a WHO specialist, an epidemiologist… The story is really realistic and the staging is amazing! What a great idea Steven Soderbergh had to fade the sound and put music on when a emotional moment happened. Beautifully scary! </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><br />
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Best surprise of the year and ultimately favorite movie of 2011. Funny and really touching, I have cried and laughed during the entire movie. Cancer is familiar to me and I've really liked the way it was talked about. No unnecessary teary moments, it sounded all very true to me. The two main actors are great: <span class="fs11">Joseph Gordon-Levitt (oh so handsome and cute) and a surprisingly earnest Seth Rogen, playing outside of his usual genre. <br />
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It's almost New Year and it's the time of the year when you analyze what happened (or didn't happen) and promise to yourself that THIS year you'll respect your new year's resolutions. So here are my 2012 resolutions : <br />
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- SPORT ! I need to get my exercice routine back and sweat my ass off at least 4 times a week. <br />
- Party more ! Spend more time with my friends, who I've neglected lately. <br />
- Find a new job ! Not easy to find a new job lately but I hope to reach my goal and find a great position in a media related field. <br />
- Be happy in my personnal life, stop worrying about others too much and overthinking every single detail. Being positive and hang out with people who will care for me as much as I will care for them (so difficult to find those days). <br />
- Travel more ! Places I'm dying to go soon : Japan, USA (New York and San Fransisco), India (Rajasthan), Morrocco. I'd love to go back to South Korea and Taiwan too. <br />
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So here are my good resolutions, what are yours ?Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-2657853902736942162011-12-24T07:18:00.000-08:002011-12-24T07:18:29.118-08:00What's left of the Christmas fun ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYlhD8nB0PXVo3i56CtSFE6AB7rJgiB6u14VKLXsUcoj37XSwG9ZvnZcvG_CjJlDkKJ3M41L9rz5ma3piSGo2oyEhILhOJ9AfFJoFgl89CbLU53Y0WLbpWqrXrOeEZlKRjSnc7wdpfkM/s1600/xmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYlhD8nB0PXVo3i56CtSFE6AB7rJgiB6u14VKLXsUcoj37XSwG9ZvnZcvG_CjJlDkKJ3M41L9rz5ma3piSGo2oyEhILhOJ9AfFJoFgl89CbLU53Y0WLbpWqrXrOeEZlKRjSnc7wdpfkM/s320/xmas.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>AHHHH Christmas ! I remember when I was a little boy and I couldnt wait for that special day when I could discover great presents under the well decorated tree. <br />
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When you are an adult, Christmas has sadly lost most of its appeal ! First, you need to impress everyone that you have decided to invite to your table with a great meal and breath-taking decorations. It's now a competition between hosts and families. Christmas' Eve became tiring and troublesome. Before that you have weeks and weeks of christmas shopping cause everyone now has everything and it's more and more difficult to make people happy with a simple book or cd. And even with the best efforts, you may end up disapointing your loved one. Did you know that in France, a third of all christmas presents is sold online the next day ? Not everyone can pretend to be a good Santa !<br />
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So what is left of the christmas spirit when you aren't a young child anymore ? I guess what survives through the hassle of the years is probably this young version of you awakening at the simple thought of those great (and now refundable) presents under the well decorated tree. So enjoy this day and its tradition even if you are now on the wrong side of the screen and Merry Christmas to your inner child ! Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-34257045076345957222011-10-31T09:42:00.000-07:002011-10-31T09:42:37.439-07:00Foreseeing for short-sighted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrFZ5rngSkWn4BK-8uaM1jfk0qiyvL3qTnBlXPsJ65-X6Xg1Oa5oBYtW5JSZ0Xwcg1oGjCRGRLys2iw9me2a6UwmkisUs313zTAaOcCw83TjlQ3GzRi4F06vkKg921grv0MH_7Vlp4hA/s1600/voyante_tarot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrFZ5rngSkWn4BK-8uaM1jfk0qiyvL3qTnBlXPsJ65-X6Xg1Oa5oBYtW5JSZ0Xwcg1oGjCRGRLys2iw9me2a6UwmkisUs313zTAaOcCw83TjlQ3GzRi4F06vkKg921grv0MH_7Vlp4hA/s320/voyante_tarot.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>For the first time ever, I went to consult a fortune-teller. I didn't have any pre-conception going to check out someone with the sixth sense (I can see dead people ... brrrrr....). I don't really believe in it but I went there with an open-mind, ready to be dazzled ... or not !<br />
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One experience, which happened to my grand-mother, did make me feel a little worried before entering the place where future becomes present. When she was 16, she went to see a psychic in a little countryside fair. That old lady told her she would live a long life but that she will lose a baby and will die alone. As the first prophecy materialised with the death of her second baby boy, she is really scared, now that she is over 70 years old, to see the second statement come true. <br />
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So it's with very precised questions - none of them even remotely concerning my death of the one of a loved one - that I've crossed over the treshold of the massage parlor (next to a ladyboy bar, in the red light district) where Mrs Know-it-all was officiating and showing off her divinatory skills. <br />
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After few minutes waiting for her, comfortably seated in a massage chair, SHE appeared, sleepy as hell. To her defense, I'm sure fortune-telling takes out a lot energy out of someone. Once she spotted her customer, she dressed up a small table with an old tablecloth and puts on a big scarf over her shoulders. Tarot cards in hand, a small prayer and my future was hers. <br />
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- Her read on my personnality : You think way too much/You have the sixth sense (Hope not to see dead people ... brrr...)/You are special (how ? HOOOOOW ?)/You will always find a way to get money/But it's hard for you to save some (Gays love their shopping, helloooo !)<br />
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- Question 1 : Should I stay in Thailand ? Your soul is very thai (drama ?) so duh !<br />
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- Question 2 : Will I find a job ? Yeah but dont start a business with another person (but I was thinking too ...) Just be your own boss (but i really wanted to ...) just DON'T DO IT !<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> (okay ...)</span><br />
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- Question 3 : What kind of person should I be in a relationship with ? You are stubborn, live in your own world so it's hard for people to understand you and get bored easily (ouch !) So he better be handsome, clever, funny and rich (YEEEES, PLEEEAAASE !)Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-54476831753470312092011-10-23T05:09:00.000-07:002011-10-23T05:09:44.592-07:00Lady Boys: remarked and remarkable<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdnCFkp8Clz8ScmfRE8CHY58cL_u0tQgQIvyG3tiBxFWn6mDylivQ5Bam-ZJ4o2eup8aZfaIXwCrAJIwT2d97__4yP7ialgHEYtTaTDlAGSa6HOhGes6zZ4CjFc6kLe_ZhR401CDnW7o/s1600/ladybi%253Doy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKdnCFkp8Clz8ScmfRE8CHY58cL_u0tQgQIvyG3tiBxFWn6mDylivQ5Bam-ZJ4o2eup8aZfaIXwCrAJIwT2d97__4yP7ialgHEYtTaTDlAGSa6HOhGes6zZ4CjFc6kLe_ZhR401CDnW7o/s320/ladybi%253Doy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Still adapting my eyes to Thailand flaming sun, I was struck by a vision coming right at me in a local bus at the outskirt of UdonThani. Another flaming thai character appeared in the shape of a young lady boy or to be precise a soon-to-become third sex person. The teenager, barely in his puberty, all dressed up in his male school uniform, boyish haircut, was wearing a shocking pink lip gloss and flowery earrings. His outfit was completed by a bright purple handbag. <br />
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As surprising as it was for me at the time, no one else in this confined and chaotic space seemed to bother his peculiar appearance. How open-minded!, I thought. How would people react if the same situation presented itself in a provincial city back home? I guess it wouldn’t have left them as indifferent. Some might have even scolded him. Or worst. But as for many social matters, things are so different here. Thailand is the leading country for sex-change operations. The land of smile gives an image of a healthy openness to transsexuality. But I always wondered if this avant-garde gender was that well accepted among very traditional thai society. Wasn't it just another way to avoid conflict and not taking the risk to lose face? <br />
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If you have a closer look at the perceptions of katoeys in thai society, the situation isn't as paradisiacal as it may look. In TV series and movies for instance, they are often –if not always- relegated to the funny roles. Lady boys characters are designed to make you laugh at them, and not with them. They are loud, extravagant, sassy, superficial and never stand a chance for depth in feelings or thoughts. Playing in a strictly third sex volleyball team in Sa-three-lek or scared to death by ghosts in Hor-thaew-thak, the image portrayed by those popular features isn't flattering. Even though our Tootsie or The adventures of Priscilla, queen of the desert were heavily loaded with stereotypes, some movies such as the recent Kinky boots or TransinAmerica brought a more realistic insight to the difficulties of being a tiny bit different. If Ladyboys are often caricatured in thai medias, they have at least the chance to be presented to a large audience, which isn't the case in most countries. Some of them even became superstars like TV host Ma, chef Yingsak or comedian Tong Tong. They are now a role model for those like this young man in UdonThani who aren't scared to show to the world who they really are. Broadcasted beauty contests such as Miss Tiffany, achieve to prove them how fabulous they are.<br />
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Third-sex associations militate actively, trying to push further their rights by plighting, for instance, to obtain the installation of special restrooms in universities where only ladyboys could share the facilities. Actions are also taken to empower shemales through qualified employment -not every ladyboy desires to become an exotic dancer in Pattaya -. But those young professionals daring having other ambitions, often found themselves discriminated by employers who punish them for their unorthodox lifestyle. Hopefully, PC Air, a Bangkok-based new-coming airline, has publically announced that it would recruit ladyboys as flight-attendants. About 100 third-sex persons postulated but only four were hired, including former Miss Tiffany Universe 2007, Thanyarat Chirapatpakorn. The airline's CEO, Peter Chan, explained to Reuters that the transsexual application process was more difficult than that for non-transsexuals, as they have to <i>"spend the whole day with them to make sure they have feminine characters."</i> <i>"We have taken the right decision by allowing transsexuals to be able to get this kind of job highly considered by the society"</i>, added one of the founders, Piyo Chantraporn. <br />
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A good marketing plan for sure, but a laudable action nonetheless. It actually could have been a great project if it wasn't for a small but disturbing detail. The flight-attendants will have to wear on their uniform a small tag identifying them as a "third-sex" cabin crew. If those qualified new employees don’t draw the attention on their appearance, why would the passengers need to be reminded of their sexual being? Wasn't it discriminatory to identify people as "third-sex" and not simply "cabin crew"? Would gay people have to wear a tag mentioning their sexual orientation? I didn’t get it. The scheme was probably to transform those flight-attendants of a new kind into an upcoming attraction to travelers in need of a thrill. Newness is the best commercial aphrodisiac. Too bad, this noble cause –raising awareness on transsexuals' rights- had to serve a financial purpose. But when the situation isn't glorious, a step forward, even an awkward one, is better than no step at all. That sentence could also be true when talking about the perception of ladyboys in thai society. Even though there is still a need for improvement, Thailand is opening the path to the acceptance and integration of the third-sex gender not only in the country, but also worldwide. Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-12217377858270275792011-10-19T21:22:00.000-07:002011-10-19T21:23:36.900-07:00Long distance love : a survivor's guide<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9sjv_rBdjX2z_qS-PYdDQ6zIwoyNu_Tyis1w-7lPcUH88Zsj4MdMSPh34vZmD9JQO_vzdfMibXENAjGsED_PsjvGAFGUy3HJJp1bf1Rv4B7QPt6wGvJ09Lyaa1mCCwvLbLHYIjHJL5Q/s1600/couple_a%25C3%25A9roport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>I was 20 when I first came to Lao PDR. It was April and the country was actively preparing itself for the Buddhist New Year celebrations (Pi Mai Lao). If this colorful and wet event was surely a bonus in my travel plan, it wasn’t what convinced me to book my ticket to fly through half the planet. I had met few weeks earlier a cute Lao guy on some gay website. After chatting our fingers off on MSN, I had decided to move things a step further and meet him in real life. Love at first sight, few days of walking on clouds and I couldn’t be happier. But this was only a vacation and I eventually had to go back to my boring european routine. We were back to square one. Actually, we weren't exactly at the same point. Our little situation was even worse than before. I had kissed his lips. I had felt his skin on my fingers. Marcel Proust cherished the odors of freshly baked madeleines as his dearest memory. My madeleine was my lover's smell. With thousands of kilometers separating each other, the lack of him became excruciating and the only window opened to his world was my cold computer screen. How frustrating! Phone calls helped for a while, cam sex did too but we needed more. After few difficult months, I've managed to move to Lao PDR. If our story came to an end, having to deal with a distance relationship happened to me again once, twice … From a boyfriend living in Chiang Mai to another one spending most of his time working in Pattaya, I had my share of that schizophrenic lifestyle . One day, I'd be jumping in his arms and have passionate I-missed-you-so-bad sex but the next we would have endless I-miss-you-so-much conversations over the phone. Sadly, it always failed the test of time and left my heart in pieces. <br />
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I'm convinced that long distance relationship trauma is the new disease of the 21th century and of course we can all blame it on Internet. Thanks to Fridae, Gayromeo, Gay.com or Manhunt, we now meet people living in other cities or even countries; we surely find them exotic, intriguing and much more appealing than the ones who live around the corner, so we end up dating internationally. Relationships move as fast as the speed of your wireless connection. You hop on a plane, meet up for a date, chemistry is there, you go back home and you already are in a committed relationship. Several of my close friends are now dealing with that situation, with more or less result. If their journeys are different, their hopes are identical. They all deeply believe in their love for one another and feel that a few hundreds or thousands kilometers won't stop them from being together. Realistically speaking though, geographical distance is often followed by a sentimental gap, growing bigger and bigger between each partner, as time passes by. So don't waste a second, no spontaneity is allowed if you want to survive a long distance relationship. You've got to be prepared, organized and able to plan ahead of time your love reunions. It will give you a sense of stability and ground your relationship. <br />
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If getaways can't occur as often as you would like them to, be prepared to make concessions. I don’t know if it's testosterone's fault or simply the central place given to sex in the homosexual universe, but asking if two men together and living apart, stay faithful to each other sounds nowadays like a bad joke. The concept of open relationship has taken over the gay world as rapidly as sissy boys shake their asses on Lady Gaga's beats. Monogamy became tacky. In Thailand, "gigs" gravitate around your loved one. You close one eye and have fuck dates with other guys. You've just got to convince yourself that cheating doesn’t mean anything and that your feelings for one another aren't fading away. Is it a skip and a go from a break up? It doesn't have to. Just set your own rules and make sure you take every decision as a couple and not as two single people sharing a special bound. <br />
To ensure that your love is distance-proof, there is actually only one requirement: don’t let that uneasy situation poison the core of your relationship. Don’t let distance be its central component. It should be about you and him, not about the absence of "us". Keep in mind that being apart is not a death sentence hanging over your love story, it's just an obstacle. Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-77151436470029593512011-10-17T10:08:00.000-07:002011-10-20T04:54:37.684-07:00Hopeless romantic ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgIlfO2XsDPGtyyJAtiVKXZuCKtLAl77z2fdKVfslWlxU8cIv4s1PYz7b_UiFqD95a04TY_bpPmkqptTnOu8C_-TsTBBdYllg93D6DK-aNuaNFDiCoYNYf1Mb2ZKd1J7iNogoG9KUc0I/s1600/Lumphini-20110331-01775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgIlfO2XsDPGtyyJAtiVKXZuCKtLAl77z2fdKVfslWlxU8cIv4s1PYz7b_UiFqD95a04TY_bpPmkqptTnOu8C_-TsTBBdYllg93D6DK-aNuaNFDiCoYNYf1Mb2ZKd1J7iNogoG9KUc0I/s320/Lumphini-20110331-01775.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">- My name is Damien<br />
- Hi Damien<br />
- I'm a hopeless romantic <br />
Clap, Clap from the tearful people present at the R.A (Romantic Anonymous) meeting.<br />
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If only there was a place like that ... I could finally be treated and maybe even cured ! <br />
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I feel that most people value romantism as a quality. How wrong ! Being romantic is probably one of the biggest flaws ! You live your life as if it was a Claude Lelouche movie (Chabadabada...), everytime you meet someone new you believe he will be THE ONE (and only), when he comes near you, Katy Perry sings Teenage dream in the back of your head, and you end up ... being totally screwed up !<br />
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Love is just a game, and romantics are always losing. Why ? Because they just don't know how to bluff ! They show their feelings right away, their true colors too fast, too soon, and they can easily be played.<br />
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I really wish I was less romantic. But I can't help it ! Romance is my drug, Love my junky heaven. And believe me, as a french person, I had no chance to save myself from this nasty addiction. Hollywood movies are totally right : France is the country of love and romance. People hold hands and kiss wherever they can. "Je t'aime" is as common as "bonjour". And mastering seduction is part of our education. But even though I was raised to become a sucker for sunsets on the beach, I guess i'm worst than most of my "compatriotes" I've probably spent more money on romantic get-aways and more time on confectionning the perfect hand-crafted present (reminding us of those special moments spent together on those romantic get-aways) than anyone else in my snail-eating homeland. If Romantism was a monument, I would probably be the Eiffel Tower ! I can't help but buying gifts to my love interest, asking him how he is 10 times a day, making sure he is happy each and every minute and doing my best to contribute to that unreachable happiness.<br />
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But do I regret it ? Probably not ! All those moments spent gluing heartshaped pictures in a scrapbook have taught me two things : <br />
- Give yourself 100 % and you won't regret a thing. You will probably get hurt but nothing comes without a risk. <br />
- If he freaks out and he can't realize how lucky he is to have someone so caring around him, then that's HIS lost and probably in a short amount of time, HE will be the one regretting... you</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> !</span>Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521866302691925796.post-63461802494884470222011-10-12T10:26:00.000-07:002011-10-20T05:04:17.715-07:00Worst movie ever !And I thought Ultraviolet was bad ... Mila my dear, your kick-ass robot vampire craziness isn't as nearly tragic as the thai movie I've watched yesterday ... Love Summer is probably the worst movie I have EVER seen in my entire life ! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINq-lrntn2FppFzZxhbKb7KTs_FtTbHRrUqTyZz8yXGSW2fX5NwxmXDr-2nHZCmzzp-lmUzA6YaS1tLaWYFYm-G1rFUl2UD9pbJ7dZ_1_kt9zeJPfrZFRNfdhsB-G_hAd7SFPWCIjZwI/s1600/lovesummer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiINq-lrntn2FppFzZxhbKb7KTs_FtTbHRrUqTyZz8yXGSW2fX5NwxmXDr-2nHZCmzzp-lmUzA6YaS1tLaWYFYm-G1rFUl2UD9pbJ7dZ_1_kt9zeJPfrZFRNfdhsB-G_hAd7SFPWCIjZwI/s320/lovesummer.jpg" width="192" /></a></div>The "storyline" is quite simple : 2 buddies want to go to Phuket, a strange American (and his sex-doll girlfriend) wants to go to Phuket, a Thai girl wanna go there and even a Japanese woman would love to skin-dip in Patong Beach. To sum up : Phuket seems the place to be, though we don't really know why. We don't actually know how these random people end up on a road trip together, though that's not the worst part. If you put all the thai movie clichés aside (ghost in a strange hotel -of course -, Girls that are picked up in a disco and that aren't really female -duh !-, handsome guys randomly appearing on screen -I wish !), this movie might have the worst scenario in the history of cinema. But what makes Love summer EVEN more interesting, it's all the "great" values it teaches to the younger viewers :<br />
- Drugs are fun, especially if you are too dumb to realize that the "candy" you get from an American nutcase isn't really a candy<br />
- If you wanna be a good actor, please overact every single feeling<br />
- Saying "Fuck you" to strangers is really the best joke ever<br />
- When you are rich and good-looking, you are much better than anyone else<br />
- Don't ever have a condom in your wallet cause it scares the girls away. Better not use any protection at all.<br />
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And my favorite one : <br />
- Girls, if Daddy wanted to have a boy, your only chance to make him proud is to enter a bikini contest<br />
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Thanks to Love summer, I have not only wasted 1hour and 50 minutes of my life but I will probably need a good therapy. Who could have thought love in the summertime could be THAT mentally exhausting !Friendsdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201992509949703596noreply@blogger.com0