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.