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Bro Tomahawk,
U must be very happy in HCM now huh? when u coming back?Btw,i will be flying there on 12Dec n will be staying till 18Dec. If u r still there,maybe we can arrange meet up n go partying...Anyway,enjoy urself while u still there. Good Luck. I will be meeting my ger there first thenhave dinner with her family.After that, will be party time...Juz got to know a SYT at JC juz now n guess wat? she is taking same flight with me n we had arrange to meet up in hcm.But must be discreet or my ger will kill me.Will update the lastest happening to all bros when i am there..Take Care 
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09-12-2007, 09:51 AM
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10-12-2007, 03:51 PM
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Finally got the time to post FR on the SYT tat i meet in JC. As i seldom post FR if it is not very detail, please do not blame me
This SYT actually ask me out for dinner on sat night,as i was free so i agreed. As normal,bought her to dinner at JC.After which she told me even when she is in spore for the second time,she had not gone for any sightseeing.So I bought her along orchard road but was damm crowded n also afraid of similar faces. Then i sugguest sentosa. Upon reaching there only to found out that it was zouk out 2008 or something,worse still saw some friends. Damm fucking unlucky,so bought her to a quiet n dark beach. We were happy talking n she started to lean agianst me,or rather maybe it was windy n she felt cold. By doing this,it makes me feel hot n horny. As it was about 9pm,so i ask her if she wants to return to work n she juz keep quiet.I then proceed to send her to her work area but she juz sat inside my car quietly. She told me she is tired n sick of working now,then i suggest to her maybe i book a room for her to rest while i can watch EPL. She agreed. Upon reaching 81gelyang, she ask me if i want to take a shower so since i was sweatly i agreed. What happened next really surprised me!!! I was inside the bathroom showering but my door not locked. Suddenly i feel someone embraced me from behind.I turned back n saw this syt naked in front of me.She even ask me if i mind showering with her,Of cos talk cock to her say i not so easy going wan lah(joking) Then we porceed to bed for war... Looks - 8.5/10 (pretty with a cheery smile) BBBJ - 8/10(willing to try anything u like) FJ - 7/10(can see she not very pro but got potential) Catbath - 10/10 cos she will massage u slowly fro head to toe feel - very good girlfriend feel n even better than my ger in VN only weakness - she speak broken english so sometime i dun understand but i pretend cos i dun speak Viet. total cost - $30 for room n i gave her $100 beco she did not go to work but she only keep $50.I only discover the other $50 when i put my hands in my pocket. This is a very nice SYT, she told me Y she only took 50bucks from me beco i was nice n gentleman to her.I did not attempt to touch her even in the room n she like me.Furthermore,i had gave hera wonderful night going around spore.Anyway,we be meeting in hcm n she will bring me around provided i can sneak away fro my ger. So looking forward to meeting her again in hcm n i will update any stories when i come back.....Saigon here i come..
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10-12-2007, 04:30 PM
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Wah brother X-men, you good. Can I have a look at your SYT? I gian liao.
By the way, I'm back in SG lah. Returned here on Saturday afternoon, but not before knowing a decent waitress in the restaurant where Lan used to work (yes, she has quit liao). I was hoping to score another night of free sex but she refused, saying maybe next time if we got into a relationship she would follow me back. All night at her restaurant (I must have spent 6 hours there!), I had my dinner and coffee, I got her to teach me Vietnamese, and I poured out my sad story of Lan and she listened intently. She then told me about her former boyfriend from China and how she didn't mind being with him though he was married with a baby. This girl is keen for long-term relationships but I don't want to have a mistress and baby overseas lah. I don't mind having a discreet relationship though. Anyhow, after a night of sleeping alone I went back to the outlet for breakfast, got a colleague wake her up and she sent me to the airport, as promised. I got hard-ons multiple times as I lay my arm on her breasts. Managed to get some French kisses and hugs (she was so shy!) before I finally made my way into the terminal. A parting note that she took the initiative to send me as I was going through Passport Control: "Forget all the things that make you unhappy. I like you because sometimes you look like my boyfriend." Then, after I touched down in Singapore and told her I'd contact her on Monday, she responded, "I will take care of myself. I wait for you, ok?" 
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10-12-2007, 11:23 PM
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Bro Tomahawk,
I must really salute U, how do u manage to stay in a resturant for 6hrs????? I am sure i dun have that kind of patience. Ya,btw i be flying on 12 Dec 2gether with the SYT i juz know. Anyway,juz had dinner with her again. She actually wants me to go book a room but i was really tired so told her we continue in saigon. She will be back for 1 mth n will be back in jan08.Maybe then we can go cheong 2gether then i intro to U. Btw juz now while meeting her for dinner,i pick her n 4of her friends to work. I discover that 2of them is rather sexy n pretty. Dun knw trying out them but my ger keep staring at me so abit pasieh leh. Anyway,there r so many Viet gers all over so we can alway pick n choose. Will keep u guys posted on the sitution there...
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11-12-2007, 02:32 AM
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Where your gal and her frens work? Maybe can pay a visit to that plac and see them. What's your gal's name? hehehe :P
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11-12-2007, 07:34 AM
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Sounded just like my brother in law, getting caught when his sms betrayed him... my sister almost castrated the poor bugger!
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11-12-2007, 10:59 AM
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The phone she wants to get here is S$548, but in HCM, she says it costs almost $7mil VND (about S$620+). She can't bring that many back, or they'll be questioned and it'll be confiscated upon arrival. She told me one of her friends tried to bring back 20 handphones and had them all confiscated. Max you can carry is 3 - The excuse she gives is 1st phone has my S'pore line, 2nd phone has my VN line, 3rd phone is gift fro brother. Normally she turns about a 15-20% profit on the used handphones... and about 5-10% on new boxed sets.
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11-12-2007, 02:43 PM
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I Yearn To Return To Vietnam: Part II
Every minute that ticked by seemed like an eternity. We must have stared at each other like that for a good 2 to 3 minutes. Between our heavy breathing, we gave each other piercing stares, broken occassionally by shifts of our gaze elsewhere.
Lan: You come sleep! Me: No. You don't tell me what happened. I don't want to sleep. This went off for a couple more times. Eventually, Lan gave up. She pulled the blanket up to her neck and turned to her right, away from my sight. I heaved a sigh of relief and despair, got up from my adjoining bed and moved around Lan's bed so that I reached the other side. As I did so I caught sight of a stack of photographs lying on the dressing table. This stack of ten 4R and 5R prints had been brought here by Lan earlier when she returned from her shower at her home. Some of the pictures had been taken at a trip to Mui Ne by Lan and her colleagues. In two of the photographs Kym, Lan's boss at Bar Stop, could be seen pulling her spaghetti strap top slightly down as a whole group of girls looked on or laughed. I had exclaimed to Lan earlier in the day, "Wah, your boss..." and she had responded, "No problem. All girls!". The rest of the photographs had been taken during Chau's wedding reception. If you remember, Chau was one of Lan's colleagues at Bar Boy. She, together with another girl Lien, had tried to soothe my nerves as Lan flirted openly with the young Caucasian during my first trip to Saigon. Lan looked so pretty in the pictures. She had appeared at the wedding reception in the same white-and-black polka-dotted dress that she had worn to Apocalypse just a few hours earlier. I put the pictures down. As I settled myself onto the bed I made sure I first applied a towel onto the gooey patch of semen that had, thanks to me, been created on it. The next few moments were spent trying to have a peek at Lan, hoping she would talk. But no, her eyes were shut tight. I settled into a troubled sleep. I did not sleep well that night. Perhaps it was the cold airconditioning, perhaps it was the stress within me, or perhaps it was something else in the world, but I woke up a few times in the night. As I was still wondering if Lan and I would still be together the following day, she reached out to me as she turned in her sleep, pulling me closer to her in the process. I knew it was a sign that all was not lost. Daylight came early. Because Vietnam is an hour behind Singapore, yet east of it by longitude, Saigon got the sun very early. The room was already very bright by 6:00am. Sunlight that had found its way through the gap between the window and curtains landed on my face, making me feel very uncomfortable. I wondered then we had not chosen to sleep on the other bed, away from the window.I turned to look at Lan, who turned out to be still asleep. I knew from my experience in Singapore that sleep was precious to Lan. Hardly a day passed without us having our earliest conversation or SMS chat around noon. Many a time I went through my mornings waiting for late morning or lunchtime so that I could talk to her. Now, staying in the same room as this girl, I saw for myself what a sleeper she was. Lan's phone rang incessantly all morning but she hardly flinched. A few times she opened her eyes and I proceeded to nibble on her nipples and carress her but she went back to sleep. At least I didn't face any resistance. I knew it was the sign that all would be well that day. Finally, at about lunchtime, Lan got up. Lan realised that she had had several missed calls. The caller turned out to be her "sister" Lan. The older woman had invited us over for lunch and Lan agreed. Of course, she did not know then about what had transpired between us. Lan went back to the bed. We made small talk. As I proceeded to molest her all over, I got bolder. Lan did not push me away when I attempted to pump her. Soon I was thrusting away in what was the first time I engaged her after the cold war the previous night. In no time I came. Lan told me the plan for the day: We would go over to Lan's place, where she would have a change of clothes, then we would adjourn to her "sisters'" place for lunch. We would next visit the Cho Ben Thanh, or Ben Thanh Market, at my request. We washed up, seperately of course. Lan still refused to let us take our shower together. She looked on as I adjusted my glasses on myself, before the mirror, to ensure a good fit. I found out that she had perfect eyesight. It was time to go. Ensuring that I had brought enough money to last me for the afternoon and that I had put everything we did not need neatly in place, I locked the door behind us. We were setting off for an afternoon of what seemed like tranquility on the surface but deceit and disappointment underneath.
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11-12-2007, 04:47 PM
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I Yearn To Return To Vietnam: Part II
As Lan and I stopped briefly at the Front Desk to deposit our keys, I noticed that the staff manning the counter was actually the sweet girl that had been featured in the blog I mentioned in an earlier post. I pointed her out to Lan, who affirmed that it was indeed the person I had shown her on my laptop the day earlier. We had no problems getting a cab. I was looking forward to arriving at the familiar shophouse in Hai Ba Trung Street, where Lan lived, as I was keen to have a look at her living conditions. Instead we pulled over at a roadside fruit store. Lan was getting some fruits to bring home. I had to, of course, do my part in helping to carry the heavy bags and more importantly, to pay for the purchases. Not that I minded. However, thinking back, and due to what was going to transpire later that evening, I now know that Lan was trying to milk as much from me as she could, now that she knew my real status. Either that or it was simply plain normal in Vietnam for the guys to pay for everything.
We got back into the cab. Finally we arrived at 138 Hai Ba Trung Street. I had passed this unit more than once previously, owing to the need to send Lan home, however, this was the first time I was entering. Lan led me as we walked past the hardware shop on the ground floor. Men at work and men at rest looked on as this foreigner from some strange land followed a local girl up the stairs. The concrete steps were in a state of disrepair. One would have certainly noticed that many parts had been chipped away. We made a turn and arrived at the second level. Leaving my shoes on the common walkway, I walked gingerly along a narrow corridor. To my right were individual units housing, presumably, entire families. People turned to look as Lan announced that she had brought a friend home. As we walked on, a series of deafening noise engulfed us. It turned out that a barebodied man was doing some drilling to or otherwise fixing some structure in the common kitchen. Lan motioned me to sit on a stool adjacent to the last unit, just before the kitchen, and headed in. I could see her greeting the elders before proceeding to wash her face. Meanwhile, a woman about my age who was feeding some toddlers in that last unit made small talk with me. She: Hello... *smile* Me: Chao em. She: Oh, you can speak Vietnamese! Me: Mot it. *smile* Toi khong phai la nguoi Viet, nhung toi noi mot it tieng Viet! I always felt proud of myself when I managed that long sentence. Tranlated, it means "I'm not Vietnamese, however, I can speak some Vietnamese." She: Where do you come from? Me: Singapore. She: aaa bbb ccc ddd eee fff ggg hhh. (I couldn't make out what she was saying) Me: Toi xin loi! Toi khong hieu! See, I always made a fool of myself. I always aimed for a chance to practise (and show off) what little Vietnamese I knew, however, as the conversation got beyond tourist-level content, I found myself stuck. The woman smiled and continued feeding her children. I turned to my left. I could see that Lan was now playing with some small children hanging out in the kitchen. This communal area was huge. Cooking was done at the edges about five feet wide. This walkable area bordered a square, open area in which clothes were hung out to dry. At the far end, I could see that the next unit, adjacent to the end of the kitchen but which shared the huge laundry-drying area, was in a sorry state. The wall was half-demolished and bricks were jutting out everywhere. I wondered if anyone actually lived there. Lan came to me. Lan: You wait here okay? I go up, change. Me: Okay. With that, the girl disappeared up the stairs. Lan's unit was on the third floor, not on the second as I had thought. I wanted to have a peek at Lan's place but restrained myself as I did not have permission to. I sat around for a while more, flashing that occassional smile to the nice lady with the toddlers. In five minutes Lan was back. She had exchanged her flashy, white and black dress with polka dots for a seemingly more comfortable purple T-shirt with the words Calvin Klein and jeans. We headed for the ground floor. Me: So now, we go to your sisters' place? Lan: Yes. Me: Where is it? Lan: There. *motioning in a general direction* Not far. As I made my way out of the stairs and out to the pavement, the same men who had looked at me earlier looked again. I find that I generally do the same in Singapore whenever I see a foreigner, usually a Caucasian, walking on the streets, hand in hand with a local girl, especially if she was a SYT. Lan and I crossed the road and made our way into a waiting cab. Barely five minutes into the ride, the cab pulled up against the kerb again. I wondered if we had arrived at our destination that soon. No Lan wanted to buy something for her "sisters". She scurred across the busy road, leaving me to fend for myself and to jaga the cab as the meter ticked slowly but surely upwards. She had somehow honed this trick to perfection. Fortunately, Lan returned not long after, with a bag full of what looked like nuts, or the fruit of some plant. Back together and continuing on our journey, our conversation somehow drifted to our relationship. I brought up the incident that happened on my first visit, during which she ran away with the young Caucasian. Me: ... That time, we were in Bar Stop. You went away with that man, remember? Lan: I no go with him! I go home sleep! Me: No, remember the next day, before I went to the airport, we met at Highlands Coffee? Lien explained everything, remember? You went with that man to the hotel, because you needed money for your mother... Lan: No! I no go hotel! I go home sleep! This was strange. Just a couple of months back, Lan had herself admitted to being bedded by that guy as her mum was in hospital and needed money. Yet now, she was denying everything. Her words forever seemed to contradict themselves. This was too much for me to bear. I did not like it whenever Lan raised her voice and shut me up. Emotions once again got the better of me and tears slowly welled up in my eyes. I kept quiet. Our cab reached her sisters' apartment. I was expecting a run-down shophouse but no, this was some private estate. We made our way into the gated compound. By the time we reached the door to the apartment tears had filled my eyes completely. Lan came up to me. "Are you okay?" she asked. I only gave an indifferent "Okay." I was expecting some consolation from her but none was coming. The door opened to reveal a posh apartment. As I bent down to undo my shoelaces one of the two ladies said something to Lan, who promptly made me hide behind a wall, amid some giggles and laughter. From my experience with Tingting of Shenzhen a few years before, I knew someone must have been undressed or changing her clothes within. When the coast was clear, I took a closer look at where I was. This was certainly no average income-earner's apartment. This place could easily be passed off as a luxury condominium in Singapore. The unit was very nicely furnished, with a nice sofa surrounding a coffee table in the living room. Ahead of me I could see two bedrooms, and on my right was an open concept kitchen. In the corner of the living room was a flat-screen TV beaming foreign channels. This apartment cost US$2,000 a month to rent, I was told. As I looked around, Sister Lan was preparing chicken spaghetti for her guests. The other sister, Judy, was busy in her room. As I appreciatively gulped down the hearty lunch Sister Lan helped herself to the nuts that Lan had brought over. I noticed the younger Lan was picking up her pasta the wrong way. I showed her the correct Italian way to eat, slowly twirling the spaghetti around the fork, balanced on a spoon. She would have none of that, and proceeded to eat in her own comfortable way. I took the opportunity to ask Lan if her sisters were running some business, which might explain their being able to afford such a posh unit. Yes, Lan told me that indeed her sisters owned a hair salon. Still, I found it hard to believe that small business owners in Vietnam could own such luxury. Soon I was back on the sofa. Sisters Lan and Judy tried to get to know me better. They asked me what I did for a living and how old I was. Sister Lan told me about her French boyfriend, Marc, whom I had met at Apocalypse Now the night earlier. She fished out a foreign magazine with a picture of an oil rig. I have always admired these architectural wonders, these things that sit out remotely at sea and extract black gold from under the earth. "My boyfriend work here." Now I got it. Marc was an expatriate in the lucrative oil industry. That probably explained why the two sisters had access to such a posh apartment. Further questions confirmed that Marc had indeed rented that apartment for himself and the two sisters. The siblings were lucky to have met someone who loved them so much. Lan, my materialistic girl, probably envied them big time. As I watched the French entertainment programme on cable TV, one attendant after another entered the apartment. One moment, it was a pail-bearing lady who had come to clean the bathrooms. The next moment, another lady appeared with neatly-pressed clothes, ready to be returned to the owners. Sisters Lan and Judy were really living the high life. Lan offered me some chocolate. Sister Judy had bought them from the US while on holiday. I had seen these Hershey's in Singapore but certainly did not mind having some mid-afternoon snack. I was getting bored. Me: Lan, what time are we going to Ben Thanh Market? Lan: Later. We go later, okay?
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Dun Worry,bro. They told me now they shifted to geylang lorong 14 After Dark. They will also start work earlier during happy hour. So dun forget chio me go 2gether when i come back...
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I Yearn To Return To Vietnam: Part II
Lan scooted off for the bedroom to join her sisters. As soon as she was away I remembered that I had printed pictures of her to be inserted into my wallet's picture holder. That would hopefully add some legitamacy to my claims that I was true to Lan. Just as I was done with that, the Queen messaged me. It was something urgent, so I had to respond immediately. The last thing I wanted at this time was for Lan to come running out of the room to find me messaging another woman. But as luck would have it, she did. Lan settled herself at my side just as I was near the end of composing my message. I continued with my messaging, my phone turned slightly away from her. "Who you send SMS?" she asked as she tried to peer at my screen. I only gave a quick, "Wait... hold on.". Once done, I tried to change the topic. Thankfully, Lan didn't probe further.
A good 15 minutes or so later, we were finally in a cab, bound for the famous central market of Saigon city. As Cho Ben Thanh loomed ahead of us, I wondered if I would get my kid's nice attire with Lan around. I had missed out on the opportunity to do some shopping the day before as I has asked Lan to fetch me from the airport. And all of this day, Lan had been with me. I would not have time to do any shopping the following day as I had an early morning flight. I decided to give it a shot -- in local slang, we call it "Just whack lah!". I bought some coffee and a couple of T-shirts, the usual touristy stuff. Lan was visibly quiet then. I was wondering what had happened, but she only explained that she was tired. She went on to inform me that whenever she felt tired, she would not want to talk much. That explained why sometimes she didn't want to talk on the phone, she said. Oh well... We continued scouting around for things to buy. I remembered that I needed some badly-needed shoelaces. Unfortunately, all the shoes that were available in Ben Thanh were female shoes. Tough luck. Lan made a turn arbitrarily, heading off towards another side of the market. It was time to veer towards the clothes section. I mustered my courage. "Lan, I need to buy some clothes. This way..." I oriented Lan around and headed for the children's clothing store. I told her a white lie and braced myself for the worst. Me: You know, when I came here two months ago, I bought some children's clothes for my colleague. Lan: Yes. Me: My collegue liked them so much. Then other colleagues also asked me to buy for them. Lan: Okay. Strangely Lan was indifferent to what I had said. I was half-expecting her to kick up a fuss, as she would surely have known that I was buying children's wear for my own kid. But she did not. She was probably trying to keep things low-profile. We were both acting. We were lying to each other. Since she had made the decision to be with my till my departure, she had to play out her role to the end and pretend she was still happy with me. We arrived at the children's wear store. I knew what I wanted to get, and had no problem identifying what I needed exactly. I then offered to get similar clothes for the babies of her neighbours. No need, Lan said. I persisted, again hoping that this gesture would help convince her that I only had her in my heart. "Not now," Lan said firmly. Okay then. When it came to bargaining, I knew I couldn't cut the price by much. I turned to Lan. "Last time, I also bought from this shop. They explained that as they're a government-owned store, the prices are fixed." Lan gave something that resembled a snigger. You tourists are just here to be conned, she must have thought. As soon as I was done, Lan and I headed back for our hotel. It must have been about 5:00pm or so by the time we hit the bed. My, we were really tired. Lan wanted to sleep for a while before we headed out for the evening. Lan made herself comfortable, positioning herself on the bed so that she could watch TV. Me: I thought you wanted to sleep? Lan: But now watch TV. 10 minutes. I gave her a smile. I let her do what she wanted, as I had bigger plans ahead. So for the next hour or so, I let Lan sleep peacefully. I did not go beyond embracing her. But when the time came for some real action, I gave no mercy. I had one piece of condom left, and I wanted to save it for the night. So I did the next best thing -- doing Lan raw. I didn't fully comprehend the fact that Lan was a foreign men-hooker then, and even if she did, I figured that there were less chances of her being infected compared with the real WL in KTVs and massage places. After all, those girls worked there full-time. It felt good to be able to feel the warmth of Lan's pussy on my dick for the very first time. I savoured every moment as Lan's and my body were really united for the very first time. However, I tend to come very fast, and this time was no exception. Upon my second or third thrust, I could feel sperm-laden semen rushing up to the head of the penis. I promptly withdrew myself. I felt a bit of wetness at the tip just as I pulled out my dick and hoped that I had not deposited anything that Lan did not want in the love hole. Lan and I indulged in kisses and sweet nothings following our romp. She then picked her phone and made a call to someone, someone referenced by the word "Me". It was her mother and Lan got me to say something. After some mock protests, I did utter some basic greetings to the old lady. Lan knew I couldn't manage more than some basic tieng Viet, so she took the phone back and happily chatted with her mum. What the poor lady didn't know then was that as she was talking to her precious daughter in Saigon (Lan's mother was in Da Lat then, with Lan's older sis), I was busily molesting her. I got this idea from some forum posting I had read a long time ago. Some guy had managed to bed a girl and actually thrusted himself into her as she was talking to her boyfriend on the phone! I squeezed and sucked her boobs and fondled her below. (You might find this familiar. Look here.) Throughout the session, Lan maintained her composure. Till this day I still admire girls for being able to do that. Guys would have lost control of themselves in such a situation already! Such losers we are!
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Wow bro Tomahawk, I'm savouring every moment of your experience. Your build-up is excellent. Wish I could have similar encounter but not including the heart-break part.
 Hmm you still keeping her photos?
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Yes, brother Thom07, the photos are still with me. Both the print photos and the digital ones. But I'm doing the sensible thing by keeping them in office. I may just throw them away eventually. Actually I did meet up with Lan last week when I was in Saigon. She still has that indifferent attitude. Sigh.
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