4 times a year my tranquility is interrupted here. 3-90 day check ins and renewal of retirement visa.
Nothing else affects me in Thailand.
Yes my bags are packed
No I'm staying put no matter what
I have thought about it but I'm waiting to see what happens next
I saw this coming and left already
I'll stay if they promise free toffees for all
4 times a year my tranquility is interrupted here. 3-90 day check ins and renewal of retirement visa.
Nothing else affects me in Thailand.
No intention of leaving, no reason too.Originally Posted by ltnt
I tend to agree with ltnt above. I have never had any issues or bothers in Thailand. But I am not running around wondering why Thai's don't walk up to me and want to meet me or that they should consider me a special person. I am a foreigner and always will be. While I have been back here in the states longer than I like recently, I am still actively connected to Thailand through my missus and the daily chatting with my BIL and FIL so I know what it has to offer and what it doesn't. Its exactly what you make of it.
IMHO the expats that sit around and dive deep into the things they can't change or whine about why its not like they want it to be or feel it should change to make better sense to them only make the individual bitter. They will find that likely to be the case wherever they go and they will probably behave the same. Of course some have made poor decisions and are living with those consequences. But that's just life and has nothing to do with Thailand.
I still enjoy a good quality of life here, despite occasional blips, whinges, and annoyances.
I go back to the UK for an annual perspective-check at least once every year, and usually return gladly back here.
If we were 'wanted' people on here would just be saying it was because of their money.Originally Posted by Phoenix
'Tolerated' is fine by me.
Agree with LT the only shithole i can go back to is OZ NEVER NEVER NEVEROriginally Posted by Loy Toy
Nothing to go back to, doubt I could even find a job, never mind a good one, back in OZ.
At least have a house to live in here and a lazy life, next rubber dormant time may force a short term move, up to Buddha.
Where else am going to have ripe passion fruit off the tree in my front yard. A coffee shop just down the road with fresh coconut water and good espresso, further down the road a few noodle and somtam shops. Not to mention hot springs, mountains rivers, and pristine islands.
Where else would I hear the cheery "good mornings" from the kids as I ride back through the village on my morning bike ride?
It's just short flight to Bangkok for some shopping in Chinatown and a burger fix.
I live well below my means and can afford to travel around the world as it pleases me.
Something of a quandary for me.
In the UK I have a good job with reasonable pay, a social life if I want it, more opportunity to get fit/enjoy the great outdoors, and an internet connection so speedy that I'm in serious danger of pulling my knob clean off.
Yet, why is it that I yearn, nay pine longingly, to sit in a local shop in the company of drunken Siamese farmers in a village in the middle of fucking nowhere?
Why is this?
There is no logic behind this rationale. It's all rather worrying.
I sympathise enormously with your Mum.
In the UK I have seen this assortment of big bins, small bins, green bins, black boxes - all requiring different contents, wrapped in a certain fashion and to be left at a fixed time - or else.
I think its awful for old people to have to navigate all this - plus all the germs and maggots from the organic waste - which has to be wrapped in paper that then falls to bits. It's just undignified, unsanitary and makes very little difference at this margin to the ecology of the planet.
I am aware that recyling is good, but this is utter nonsense - and thrown into sharp relief by all the trash and garbage generated by Asia's billions, none of which is sorted.
Yes. Bins are a fucking menace.
I got a bollocking the other day for putting a black sack in the wrong colour.
"Under no circumstances should you ever do that!"
Fcuk off, cnut. It's rubbish!
You think to mut.Originally Posted by somtamslap
When i first got back to Blighty i thought they were joking and i might be putting someone out of a job.Originally Posted by somtamslap
After all in Bangkok people walk round collecting all types of rubbish and then cash it in. So making a job for themselves and clearing the streets,cashing their rubbish in at the end of the day down the recycling center for money .
So when i said feck off get those lazy feckers on the dole to walk round and sort the recycling out and stop their giro.The bloke thought i was joking.
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Fascists dress in black and go around telling people what to do, whereas priests... more drink!
Not altogether a bad idea.Originally Posted by klong toey
Haven't arrived yet so can't think of leaving, but all I do is sit and think about arriving. just need to win the lotto, and I'll be there tomorrow.
Careful what you wish for pal - it ain't holidays once you live here.Originally Posted by DaveS
as long as I have enough to waste on an Elite card all will be fine. haha
good attitude, but that might take away my "Grumpy Old Man" title.
I think ya can have a good attitude and still be a grumpy old man.
Remember that great movie with Jack Lemon and Grumpy face I forget his name?
Oh yea Walter Matthau. there were some great lines in that one.
Grandpa Gustafson: Looks like Chuck's taking old one-eye to the optometrist.
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John Gustafson: [Bragging about his sexual escapades] I've laid more pipe in this town than Wabasha Plumbing.
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Max Goldman: When I had my ulcers, I was farting razor blades.
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Max Goldman: Good morning, dickhead.
John Gustafson: Hello, moron.
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Jacob: You're a child.
Max Goldman: Don't tell me Jacob; it isn't me.
Jacob: Oh it never is. Uh huh, I'm sure John started every fight since 1940.
Max Goldman: 38!
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Max Goldman: You know what Jacob said? Jacob said old Billy Hensel was killed in a car crash. Cleared his car straight off the bridge into the Mississippi.
John Gustafson: Lucky bastard.
Max Goldman: You bet.
John Gustafson: Hey, how is he, anyway?
Max Goldman: Dead! Died on impact!
John Gustafson: Jacob, moron, Jacob!
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Grandpa Gustafson: [after a swig of an alcoholic beverage] Breakfast.
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Max Goldman: Do me a favor. Put your lip over your head... and swallow.
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Ariel Truax: Gay or straight?
John Gustafson: Huh?
Ariel Truax: Heterosexual or homosexual?
John Gustafson: Geez Louise!
Ariel Truax: Well, it's a perfectly legitimate question.
John Gustafson: Well, maybe in California, but here in Minnesota... Who-ho-ho-ho!
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John Gustafson: You're supposed to be smoking filter cigarettes.
Grandpa Gustafson: I'm 94 years old. What the hell do I care?
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Max Goldman: You mean the low-life, ass-wipe, egg-sucker John Gustafson?
Snyder: Have you seen him?
Max Goldman: The man's crazy. Loco. Always hanging out around those kinky strip bars. You know, the ones where the men take their clothes off. That's of course if he's taken his medication.
Snyder: Medication?
Max Goldman: Yes, without it he could be anywhere. Wandering around talking to the trees. I'm telling you the man's a menace, he's always drinking, starting fights.
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Ariel Truax: John, when was the last time you made love?
John Gustafson: October 4th... 1978.
Ariel Truax: Oh, I think we're safe.
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Max Goldman: Who's the guy yakkin' at your door?
John Gustafson: Just mind your own business, will ya?
Max Goldman: Mind your own business, will ya? Mind your own business. Why don't you tie your shoelace, you'll fall on your stupid head.
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Max Goldman: You're trying to steal her away like you did Mae.
John Gustafson: Oh, well, I'll remind you, Einstein, that Mae was no prize.
Max Goldman: She was to me.
John Gustafson: I was married to the woman for 20 years, she was no prize!
Max Goldman: She was to me.
John Gustafson: Well, that's why you're a moron! If you'd had Mae you wouldn't have had Amy! And Amy was a good woman!
Max Goldman: She was the best.
John Gustafson: Yeah, and she was a darned sight more loyal than Mae ever was!
Max Goldman: Yeah!
John Gustafson: Yeah.
Max Goldman: What?
John Gustafson: What?
Max Goldman: Huh?
John Gustafson: Huh?
John Gustafson: What...?
[Both forget what they were arguing about]
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Ariel Truax: [John is showing Ariel some family pictures] And these two little guys?
John Gustafson: Oh! That's me and the moron.
Ariel Truax: Is that Max?
John Gustafson: Of course it's Max. He's ugly isn't he?
Ariel Truax: Aw, you mean you were friends?
John Gustafson: I was 10, and didn't know any better.
Ariel Truax: What makes two men spend most of their lives fighting?
John Gustafson: Oh? Guess.
Ariel Truax: A woman!
[John nods]
Ariel Truax: How romantic.
John Gustafson: No, it wasn't romantic at all.
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Max Goldman: If I had known I would be doing a nude scene, I'd have asked for another million.
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Grandpa Gustafson: Kids; Can't live with them, can't shoot them.
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Max Goldman: Did you win the Lottery Dickhead?
John Gustafson: Enjoy your shower Smart Ass?
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Weatherman: Cold enough for ya? Brrrrrrr!
Max Goldman: Oh, shut up, fatass!
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John Gustafson: Moron!
Max Goldman: Putz!
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Max Goldman: John! John! Are you dead?
John Gustafson: Not yet. But I don't want to die looking at your ugly face.
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Max Goldman: Gotta use *hot* water, dickhead!
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John Gustafson: I hit the cans again!
Chuck: I heard. How is the Grinch today?
John Gustafson: Ain't got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out.
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Grandpa Gustafson: [speaking of Ariel] Did you mount her?
John Gustafson: [disgusted] Oh, *Dad*!
Grandpa Gustafson: Wait, wait. Has she got big thighs?
John Gustafson: [thinking] No.
Grandpa Gustafson: No!? Then what's the problem?
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John Gustafson: ...very interesting woman.
Jacob: Sounds like a wacko to me.
John Gustafson: I haven't had sex for fifteen years.
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Max Goldman: Up yours, Gustafson.
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Max Goldman: Hey dickhead you win the lottery?
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Max Goldman: Hey, watch your mouth you dumb friggin' Swede.
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John Gustafson: We did the horizontal mambo.
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Grandpa Gustafson: Drop that fish!
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