
Candi is holding a beer in one hand and my kool shades in the other. By that point during this round it is a wonder that either one of us could walk. She was safe from any impure ideas that might have been percolating. Execution of any ‘plot to deflower’ would have been awkward at best, impossible more than likely.
Beautiful day, gorgeous course, lovely caddie….Impressive score!
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Well done, Nanda 🙂 I never know how to respond to these Candi posts, but you have shown us all how it’s done 🙂
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Just acknowledgment of what I see, JaC – and enjoyment of ST’s enjoyment. Thanks, though! -lol-
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It is so perfect! (And I mean this totally, unabashedly affectionately toward ALL concerned,including the Candies) .While we sleep, our knight, on the other side of the world, dallies with these sweet Thai delicacies. And while they sleep, he engages in courtly joust with us! It reminds me of a Yeats poem; if I post one, you’ll know what I mean. He/she that hath ears to hear, let them hear!
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There have been almost too many impressive scores to count thanks to the help and support of our country club’s loving and faithful Candies.
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Question, ST: Do the Candies advise on strategy and equipment as you play, the way caddies often do Stateside?
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The good/ better ones most certainly do. One yummy Candi spent the whole round on her cell phone. At the end of the round, I refused to tip her. It created a firestorm. Instant legendary member! LOL
I think you thought she had enough other charms and was not concerned about her candying skills.
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I take it that this one is not interested in texting while you’re ‘driving’? She seems delightful….
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“I think you thought she had enough other charms and was not concerned about her candying skills.”
Not quite, hermano….I know that serious golfers and their caddies approach the course as a team; thinking of pro tourneys I’ve watched. I wouldn’t presume to judge anyone’s professionalism, for sure. Just wondered, since sports develop differently in different cultures….
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Golf has an etiquette that is fairly universal thanks to my clan, The McTemplars, that invented the game.
By the way, great, great granpappy McTemplar swore on his sainted mother’s grave that there are 18 holes and not 15, 20 or 36 e.g.) in golf for a reason. He says there are precisely 18 wee drams of whisky in one’s bottle.
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Wisdom!
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Settling in, back soon….
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In, and unwinding from the day….Ah, just right…
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Nice to just “be” for a bit…to be present to some of the places and experiences you’ve offered us, ST. A chance to “walk with my mind”, as a wonderful chaplain colleague said about me once….
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I know nothing of golf. But I do know lust. And intoxication. Carry on!
Why are the candies wearing those elaborate headdresses? Is this a stylized variation of what women would wear working in the fields? Is it sun protection? How cold is the weather when these pictures were taken? Enquiring minds…..
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The elaborate headdresses are designed to keep the sun off of the Candies. In most of southeast Asia white skin is highly (100X more than you could possibly imagine) prized. These women work in the sun but they do not want to tan at all.
Yes, it is a ‘stylish’ version of what the women and men wear in the rice fields, also to protect from sun. Not from sun cancer – they just do not want to be any tan from the sun whatsoever. Whitening products are HUGE $ here. Whitening of all parts of the body, especially for females if they want to marry up. Yes it is s.a.d.
The Candies wear the same uniforms all year round. Winter (Nov – Feb) is about like Hawaii weather. Summer is blistering hot 100+ and steamy. The rainy season is not so hot but still steamy, and cats & dogs downpours with lightning strikes all around you are inevitable, especially if you were planning to be outdoors.
I hope this answers your questions madam.
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I thought that (about the sun). Re white skin , I remember reading that Geishas wore white pancake makeup on their faces, but back then there was something about the white powder which was toxic; in middle age they got lumps on their faces and necks.
About ”sad” though: is this from a desire to be more “white” (Caucasian) or is it just the universal desire to display one’s social class? White aristocratic European women also historically wanted to avoid tanned faces, didn’t wanna look like the peasants. And how funny: I guess at the Industrial Revolution, a suntan, once the emblem of manual laborers, became the emblem of the leisure class which had time and wealth to visit the seaside. It woulda been the factory workers who never saw the sun.
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As you surmise, it is white in the sense of social class. People who are poor work in the fields and get tanned by the sun, so dark skin equals the lower class. My “sad” was more about the lengths poor people here will go to try to hide their social status by blocking the sun. Sun screen/ block is too expensive for them so they end up wearing layers of clothes in the sweltering heat of the tropics, yet their efforts fool no one. I find it to be sad – no? Having come from the lower class, I get where they are coming from and why.
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I’ve read Memoirs of a Geisha and the horrifying reality is that make-up had lead poisoning in it.
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Right, ET, I thought it was lead! OMG wasn’t that a great book!! And the movie of it was good too, but. Not AS good!
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The elaborate headdresses are designed to keep the sun off of the Candies. In most of southeast Asia white skin is highly (100X more than you could possibly imagine) prized. These women work in the sun but they do not want to tan at all.
Yes, it is a ‘stylish’ version of what the women and men also wear in the rice fields to protect from getting a tan. They will dress like the Michelin man in 100+ degrees, accompanied by 100% humidity to avoid getting any tan whatsoever. Whitening products are HUGE $ here. Whitening of all parts of the body, especially for females if they want to marry up. Yes it is s.a.d. The premium put on having white skin (for both men & women) can not be overstated.
The Candies wear the same uniforms all year round. Winter (Nov – Feb) is about like Hawaii weather. Summer is blistering hot 100+ and steamy. The rainy season is not so hot but still steamy, and cats & dogs downpours with lightning strikes all around you are inevitable, especially if you were planning to be outdoors.
I hope this answers your questions, madam.
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“While we sleep, our knight, on the other side of the world, dallies with these sweet Thai delicacies. And while they sleep, he engages in courtly joust with us!”
Hyp, isn’t there a term for that? “Having your cake and eating it too?” 🙂
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Laugh out loud funny. I cannot answer your second question because gentlemens do not eat cake and tell.
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Awww…too late, you’ve already told all, with your “impressive scores”., “slip into something more comfortable”….or is it just “ honi soit qui mal y pense”?(I know ET will get that!)
I was thinking of the ballad about a highborn matron who falls in love with a Knight, and he with her, but she’s too chicken, or too proud, to risk adultery, so she sends her chambermaid to him, having made him promise his bedroom will be pitch dark. It goes well for him. So there the guy is: blissfully in love with the image, the converse, the soul, of the dame—and desperately in love and lust with the body of the wench.
He doesn’t know he loves two women, only the two women know. In some versions, when the guy finally pitches off his horse and breaks his neck, a yew grows from his grave, and the two women eventually get buried on either side of it, a rose sprouting from the lady’s grave and a briar from the maid’s, both entwining the yew…. (can’t resist: “Fuck yew”!) Nah I just interjected that, the ballad is real, it isn’t a joke. Sorry, sorry. And Yeats’ poem, when I looked it up, is a fantasia on the themes of the ballad.
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I blame Nanda on the ‘impressive scores’ comment. It is all her fault, your Honor. The woman made me do it!
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P.S. The wench must have been smoking hot too.
P.P.S. Your tale reminds me, somehow, of The Twins. Same-same but different as they say in the land of smiles.
P.P.P.S. I once asked a Thai girl what she gives to the boys to make them all go gaga over her. She replied with a gleam in her eye, “My smile.”
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Y’know, that about the wench being hot is interesting. Would the guy have been as turned on if he hadn’t believed he was coupling with his beloved? In Yeats’ poem the chambermaid marvels at the warrior lying “weak as a worm” on her “cold breast”, meaning she isn’t the one who loves him.
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Would the guy have been as turned on if he hadn’t believed he was coupling with his beloved?
If he were still a teenager, it would have made no difference whatsoever. 20-something = probably nearing a 50/50 chance, but 30 and up – no way Jose. Eventually and sooner or later most guys (my research assistants tell me) make love to the entirety of his Valentine’s person and not just her smoking hot, super yum-yum body.
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Hello, anybody home?
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Yes.”Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep”. I’m glad to be reassured of the truth of the foregoing comment!
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Deference to post author, some excellent information .
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