This thread doesn't need to be locked. It is not any more likely to attract any posts from malicious "newbies" than any other random thread.

Reopened.



Last edited by Elephantspike on Sun 15 Jun, 2008 10:52 pm; edited 1 time in total

I'm really sorry to hear about your sadness news, Khun Jon....
Begining of this year, I also lose one of my beloved friends ; very young, very attractive and charming boy....

But C'est la Vie !!!!

"No one can avoid seperation"

Suffering caused by seperation from what is beloved and pleasing is intensively painful.
Forcing separation not to happen is impossible.
Everyone has to separate from the beloved ONE DAY................................................

Elephantspike wrote:

This tread doesn't need to be locked. It is not any more likely to attract any posts from malicious "newbies" than any other random thread.

Reopened.

so it's been re-treaded !!

I hope the expressions of sympathy are some sort of comfort Khun Jon-even though many of us obviously don't know you.

It does getter better over time though...so many of my friends have passed onto another realm.I now treasure the times we had together and look forward to meeting up with them in the  future.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always
wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the
wrinkles,the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken
aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my father!),
but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving
family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more
kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my
bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks
so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be
extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they
understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4
AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if
I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.
I will walk the beach in shorts that are stretched over a bulging
body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite
the pitying glances from the jet set .They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as
well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not
break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when
somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give
us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is
pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,
and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my
face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair
could turn silver
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what
other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned
the right to be wrong.
I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If feel like it)
MAY YOUR FRIENDSHIP AND MEMORIES NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

A few years ago I called Neung from Hua Hin to tell him I would be arriving in a few days time and arranged a time to meet him in "Wild West Boys" (in its original position).

That evening he called and said "Me waiting". It was still rather early but I assumed he meant me to meet him straight away so I said "OK" and off I went.

I arrived at an empty bar with no sign of Neung. Somewhat irritated I called him and discovered, after some confusion, that what he had meant was that he has started working as a "Waiter" and therefore couldn't meet at the agreed time.

Such are the misunderstandings that can happen when I try my Thai and Thai guys try their English.

I never said in my posts that Neung could also be very funny. He once met two Farang friends of mine. One towered over Neung as he was very tall. The other had a rather ample waist band. Neung could never remember their names but if he wanted to refer to them he would first hold a hand high over his head and then out in front to illustrate their relative height and girth. It was a simple piece of mime but it was done with that grin and a sense of simple fun that was very funny (OK you probably had to be there to appreciate the humour but it's small things I find that often stick in the memory and that image keeps coming back to me).

"Such are the misunderstandings that can happen when I try my Thai and Thai guys try their English".

These are the memories that hold so dear, and always come flooding back to remind us of people we have known and the joy of having known them.

Thank you Jon for sharing with us.

I'm so sorry for your loss.  What a beautiful tribute. I'm 35 as well, and your post made me appreciate how fragile life really is and served as a reminder to enjoy and relax.  (Really stressed here with work ... but will be back in Thailand in a month.)

Kun Jon, my condolences on your loss.  I'm an infrequent poster but I just wanted to tell you that I always enjoyed reading your posts about Neung and his challenges.  Even though I didn't know him, I feel as though I do through your efforts.  Thank you for being such an inspiration and an example of what friendship is all about.  May Neung rest in peace.

Neung is in a better place now.  RIP.

It's a good reminder of how lucky I am to have made so many friends in Thailand, and how sad I'd be to lose one as you did.

Best wishes from Bangkok (where I am visiting for another few days).

bao-bao

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ricequest wrote:

Kun Jon, my condolences on your loss.  I'm an infrequent poster but I just wanted to tell you that I always enjoyed reading your posts about Neung and his challenges.  Even though I didn't know him, I feel as though I do through your efforts.  Thank you for being such an inspiration and an example of what friendship is all about.  May Neung rest in peace.

Despite Kun Jon's previous post there still appears to be some confusion; Neung was not the subject of his previous extensive posts about his HIV+ boyfriend, whose identity he has always (correctly, I believe) kept private.