i made a personal ad, i feel foolish. to have to pay to meet somebody. here it is:




Ok, I'm half white, half thai.

I'd like to say I'm typical, but not stereotypical. Who wants to listen to typical in stereo anyway? Monotypical? Ahem, anyway, swiss is my favorite cheese. I never eat vegtables. I'm random. I like any kind of boarding, surfboarding, skateboarding....

Del Taco is my favorite fast food. Theres something about eating tacos and at the same time having french fries. It says above her to write about my quirks, so sorry if this is unusual.

I'm attached to my favorite blue shirt, samurai and kung fu movie collection, amd my reebok pumps I got when they were re-issued. I'm classic. My style is classic. My favorite clothing stores are hollister, american eagle, and puma. Not abercrombie. Gay guys look at my butt when I go in there. I do have a nice butt.

People say I'm a good writer. People say I'm good looking. People say I should do comedy. But what people say doesn't matter because I'm at the point in my life where I need that special person, you know?

Ok I wrote all the good now I'll write my one cute fault. I'm coming off a childish addiction to video games, and slowly growing up. If you can deal with that, I'm all yours.

Anyway my profile got rejected before because it didn't say enough about me. All it had was the words below, above is my sort of funny side, below is my romantic side. You decide:

If I was to walk till time saw no end.
If I was to climb till the air was too thin.
I could not find a picture fit the frame.
As perfect as you.
As perfect as you.

When I look at the stars they shine of your eyes.
The sky it burns bright with your presence tonight.
Yet you're still above me and I cannot fly.
To the angel above me I long to be with. With.

Angel above me.

I do very much like going to Thailand. Thailand likes me to come too.

As I type this I'm wearing a "coca cola" t-shirt written in the Thai language, its fluid and exagerrated wing-like letters getting many eye-brow raises in my office.

I saw the rest of my family for the first time in 7 years. They said I got fatter. I complained of a desk job and lack of exercise. I said they got skinnier. They complained of everything pretty much staying the same there.

Should I have used the money for Hawaii? Maybe, but then, maybe that should be saved for a honeymoon or something. I'd like to go to Japan next. Or China. That is going to cost a fortune, cookie.

I spent about of 150 dollars in Thailand. My family wouldn't let me pay for anything except gifts for myself. T-shirts there used to cost 1 dollar, now they cost 5. You can even get abercrombie and hollister and gucci and prada copies there now.

This one girl I met there. I can't get her to give me some space. 5:30am she calls me, I think its my alarm clock and don't look, but push the button to snooze the alarm, but it also happens to be the button to answer the phone. So it picks up the phone, and I notice something eerie, because I can hear breathing coming from my phone, rather than the usual alarm of a familiar rock song. I hang up and look at my phone, flattered, bothered, and slightly disgusted.

Everyday she calls me. We're in different countries. I tried to make her understand last time I saw her, until she gets here, if she ever does, take it easy.

She reads this. I'm sorry. You have to understand. Getting sleep and rest are really important to me, because I need them to go to work. My cousins and my mother depend on me to go to work. If I am late or miss a day that could make a big difference in what happens to us.

I'm not used to having someone who isn't my girlfriend call me everyday. Nobody calls me everyday. I'm not an everyday kind of person. I used to have a long distance relationship and it was fine for me. Thailand, thats too far. Canada, not that far. Filmore, not far at all.