Looking for tutor

[ericpasansai]

Looking for a tutor for a 4th grade Varee student (tutor should speak both English and Thai)

ALSO the same person is needed for a 2nd grade student also in private school (student speaks just Thai)

Contact for details

[smileplur]

I'm sorry, but your post doesn't make too much sense at all. Do you want them to be tutored in the art of basket-weaving?

[smileplur]

Furthermore, I would say that a child at the second grade level should be able to speak some English. Otherwise, the little one might need another school.

[ericpasansai]

I'm sorry, but your post doesn't make too much sense at all. Do you want them to be tutored in the art of basket-weaving?

this however does make sense?

This incident took place last Friday night. I have been thinking about it since, so I thought I would ask the thoughts of the members of this forum regarding my experience.

I had been ill for the majority of the day. However, I was feeling better in the evening. I had a few bills to pay and no money in my pocket. I needed an ATM. Thanks to the fun that is True Visions, I haven’t been able to pay my bill by ATM this month despite many attempts. They told me they would email me a bill. It never happened. They told me to use new codes. They didn’t work. This went on and on.

Feeling better, I wanted a few tacos. So, I had a plan. I was going to go to an ATM machine to pay my bills and get some cash. I got the cash, but the ATM failed to allow me to pay. I set out on my motorbike to a second ATM (Krung Sri). That didn’t work. I kept driving beyond my destination of El Diablo’s on Soi 22 to try a different machine. I told myself I wouldn’t go beyond the expressway. I can loop back to Rama IV very easily on the road that is parallel to it.

I spotted one last Krung Sri ATM on my journey before I was to give up. It was at the intersection of Soi 3 and Sukhumvit. I was heading in the wrong direction, on the wrong side of the road. So, I parked at the gas station. I quickly realized that traffic was pretty heavy. I should use the crosswalk. So, I headed across Soi 4 to the Police Box. I crossed Sukhumvit. Then, I crossed Soi 3 to reach the ATM. I used it. I failed. I gave up. I had money in my pocket, so I was at least going to get my tacos!

I ran inside the building (the one with Carl’s Jr.) and asked the guard where the toilet was. I really had to pee. I made my way there and took care of business. I then trekked back to the entrance. Again, there was heavy traffic, so I decided to follow the crosswalks. I went down the stairs to cross Soi 3 again. At the bottom of the stairs were a few police officers. They said ‘hello’ to me and I returned a simple ‘hello’ before crossing the intersection. I had to wait a while for the light to change to cross Sukhumvit.

Eventually, I made it to the Police Box. I was there in front of it waiting for the light to change to cross when these same cops pulled up in front of me. Again, I was greeted with a ‘hello’ but it was pretty dam_n stern if you ask me. The light changed, and I tried to walk. I thought they were doing some police business that had to do with the box. In fact, it was me they were targeting.

Let me say that I have been stopped a few times before near the Asoke area, but in all of my years, I have never been stopped near Nana. Okay, I ask what they want. They said I looked ‘mao’. I interpreted that to mean drunk. Naturally, I laughed, as I hadn’t had a drop. Then, a new officer appeared behind me and stripped my hat off of my head. He proceeded to search the lining of it. Of course, I protested … He didn’t stop. The officer who said ‘hello’ demanded my passport. I don’t carry it with me. I carry my driving license. I have two, one for a motorcycle and one for a car. My keys have a motorbike key and car key on them. He inspected them carefully and instructed another guy to search me.

Again, I protested and physically pulled their hands out of my pockets. I agreed that I would produce the contents of my pockets, but they were not to put their hands in them again. I pulled everything out and handed it over. The 4 officers around me went through everything meticulously. I held my phone in my hand. The officer directly in front of me began his interrogation. It went something like this:

Officer: Where you go?

Me: I am going to eat.

Officer: Where you eat?

Me: Mexican restaurant

Officer: Arai?

Me: Farang food

Officer: Where your passport?

Me: In my car at home?

Officer: Where home?

Me: Sukhumvit

Officer: You know black man?

Me: Yes, I know a few

Officer: You help me and call black man

Me: Okay, but I think he is working now. Which one do you want me to call?

Officer: I speak fair you. Why you not fair me? You go hospital!

Me: I am not going to any hospital. I am going to eat and go home. Can I have my things please?

Officer: I fair you. You not fair me. I take you pee hospital.

Me: Oh, it is about drugs. I can’t help you with that. I am not going to any hospital. I can pee here. Thong Lor can do it on the street. You can too.

Officer: (cuffs in his hand) We go now.

Me: No, we don’t. I pee here or not pee.

At this time a middle-eastern man approached with a business card. He said he was lost and asked the police for directions to his hotel. They couldn’t help him. I gave him directions. For a while, he stood there and just watched the rest.

Officer: You live in Thailand

Me: Yes

Officer: You have Thai lady

Me: Yes … a baby as well

Officer: You call lady

I called my wife. She wasn’t happy to have to speak to the police. They handed me back the phone.

Officer: You no good. You no fair me. You no help me.

Me: I am sorry. I can’t help you.

At this point, they handed me back my belongings. They searched my hat one more time. They said I was free to go.

The wife maintains that they wanted payment. I have been hit up for money before, but not in front of the entire world like that. I was in front of the police box on Soi 4.

At the end, I had my tacos and went home.

What do you make of this?

[rucus7]

Now I understand. The tutor is for you. The tutorial being on the use of ATM machines.

[ARISTIDE]

I think you can make a movie out of this.

I'm sorry, but your post doesn't make too much sense at all. Do you want them to be tutored in the art of basket-weaving?

this however does make sense?

This incident took place last Friday night. I have been thinking about it since, so I thought I would ask the thoughts of the members of this forum regarding my experience.

I had been ill for the majority of the day. However, I was feeling better in the evening. I had a few bills to pay and no money in my pocket. I needed an ATM. Thanks to the fun that is True Visions, I haven’t been able to pay my bill by ATM this month despite many attempts. They told me they would email me a bill. It never happened. They told me to use new codes. They didn’t work. This went on and on.

Feeling better, I wanted a few tacos. So, I had a plan. I was going to go to an ATM machine to pay my bills and get some cash. I got the cash, but the ATM failed to allow me to pay. I set out on my motorbike to a second ATM (Krung Sri). That didn’t work. I kept driving beyond my destination of El Diablo’s on Soi 22 to try a different machine. I told myself I wouldn’t go beyond the expressway. I can loop back to Rama IV very easily on the road that is parallel to it.

I spotted one last Krung Sri ATM on my journey before I was to give up. It was at the intersection of Soi 3 and Sukhumvit. I was heading in the wrong direction, on the wrong side of the road. So, I parked at the gas station. I quickly realized that traffic was pretty heavy. I should use the crosswalk. So, I headed across Soi 4 to the Police Box. I crossed Sukhumvit. Then, I crossed Soi 3 to reach the ATM. I used it. I failed. I gave up. I had money in my pocket, so I was at least going to get my tacos!

I ran inside the building (the one with Carl’s Jr.) and asked the guard where the toilet was. I really had to pee. I made my way there and took care of business. I then trekked back to the entrance. Again, there was heavy traffic, so I decided to follow the crosswalks. I went down the stairs to cross Soi 3 again. At the bottom of the stairs were a few police officers. They said ‘hello’ to me and I returned a simple ‘hello’ before crossing the intersection. I had to wait a while for the light to change to cross Sukhumvit.

Eventually, I made it to the Police Box. I was there in front of it waiting for the light to change to cross when these same cops pulled up in front of me. Again, I was greeted with a ‘hello’ but it was pretty dam_n stern if you ask me. The light changed, and I tried to walk. I thought they were doing some police business that had to do with the box. In fact, it was me they were targeting.

Let me say that I have been stopped a few times before near the Asoke area, but in all of my years, I have never been stopped near Nana. Okay, I ask what they want. They said I looked ‘mao’. I interpreted that to mean drunk. Naturally, I laughed, as I hadn’t had a drop. Then, a new officer appeared behind me and stripped my hat off of my head. He proceeded to search the lining of it. Of course, I protested … He didn’t stop. The officer who said ‘hello’ demanded my passport. I don’t carry it with me. I carry my driving license. I have two, one for a motorcycle and one for a car. My keys have a motorbike key and car key on them. He inspected them carefully and instructed another guy to search me.

Again, I protested and physically pulled their hands out of my pockets. I agreed that I would produce the contents of my pockets, but they were not to put their hands in them again. I pulled everything out and handed it over. The 4 officers around me went through everything meticulously. I held my phone in my hand. The officer directly in front of me began his interrogation. It went something like this:

Officer: Where you go?

Me: I am going to eat.

Officer: Where you eat?

Me: Mexican restaurant

Officer: Arai?

Me: Farang food

Officer: Where your passport?

Me: In my car at home?

Officer: Where home?

Me: Sukhumvit

Officer: You know black man?

Me: Yes, I know a few

Officer: You help me and call black man

Me: Okay, but I think he is working now. Which one do you want me to call?

Officer: I speak fair you. Why you not fair me? You go hospital!

Me: I am not going to any hospital. I am going to eat and go home. Can I have my things please?

Officer: I fair you. You not fair me. I take you pee hospital.

Me: Oh, it is about drugs. I can’t help you with that. I am not going to any hospital. I can pee here. Thong Lor can do it on the street. You can too.

Officer: (cuffs in his hand) We go now.

Me: No, we don’t. I pee here or not pee.

At this time a middle-eastern man approached with a business card. He said he was lost and asked the police for directions to his hotel. They couldn’t help him. I gave him directions. For a while, he stood there and just watched the rest.

Officer: You live in Thailand

Me: Yes

Officer: You have Thai lady

Me: Yes … a baby as well

Officer: You call lady

I called my wife. She wasn’t happy to have to speak to the police. They handed me back the phone.

Officer: You no good. You no fair me. You no help me.

Me: I am sorry. I can’t help you.

At this point, they handed me back my belongings. They searched my hat one more time. They said I was free to go.

The wife maintains that they wanted payment. I have been hit up for money before, but not in front of the entire world like that. I was in front of the police box on Soi 4.

At the end, I had my tacos and went home.

What do you make of this?

[orang37]

What do you make of this?

Bummer, dude.

~o:37;

[LarryBird]

How do they know that you know a black guy?

[Dante99]

maybe The Dukes was right after all