Woke up. Watched news at a friend's house. Cleaned his kitchen. Took out his garbage. Went to meet a friend at Psar Thmei, Central Market. The market is being renovated. It's looking very nice and new again. My friend Vy is going to show me his house that he wanted to sell. I didn't know what to expect, but it's the best house I have seen so far. From the balcony, I can see the Central Market and Sorya Mall. From the other side, dirty rooftops of other apartments. Vy had tastes. His top floor house is an open space, with an enclosed room and bathroom. Doors and windows are antiques. He has plants growing like a top roof's garden. His bed soft and heavenly to lie down on. The simplicity of his decor made me wanted to linger as my own home. I really like the space, but it's $39000, and I only have about $30,000. Will bargain, but I doubt he could go down that much. Maybe he will understand because I am his friend or maybe not. When it comes to money, people are funny as they say. He seemed like a decent, honest guy. Ever since I had met him ten years ago, we had never hung out. We would run into each other now and then, but only to say hello and bye.
He and I decided to drive out to Tuol Kork to see some plants and flowers on sales. Chea Sopheara, the former governor of Phnom Penh has a big estate facing this row of plant and flower vendors along the road. The gate and walls to his estate are high. You can't really see what is inside. I can only see roofs of mansions being built.
I wonder how he got all his money.
Once rice fields, the whole area, Tuol Kork and beyond, is now full of houses and sky rises. Camko City is nearly completed. Rain water once created swamp now is being pushed elsewhere, and some houses are now sunk in water.
Vy and I returned to his apartment after. I slept a bit on his bed. I had a dream that I was living there. I prayed that I would bring beautiful people to the place to share my bliss.
On my way out, I saw two transgender guys, with whom I had worked before. I told them about dancing opportunities, but they are too busy.
Now, home, as I am typing this journal, I hear my neighbours fighting, screaming. This particular woman sounds very nasty. Her high pitched voice is very violent.
I have to eat soon.
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