I want to have a place I can call my own. It really doesn’t matter wherever
it is, as far as I can feel relaxed and find just a few people there who I can
talk to. The rent increase of this time more realistically than ever is making
me about finding such a place. Last night, I went to CC as my work schedule
became a little easier. And I moved on to Y though I’m not sure there’s any
compelling reason to do so except a drunkard’s impulsiveness. There, I was talking
about just such an idea, asking how much it would cost to buy a small condominium
in the Philippines. Vietnam is another possibility while, with the country
being socialist, foreigners are restricted to own properties, especially landed
ones. I need a Vietnamese wife.
I even saw a dream this early morning wherein I was visiting the
Philippines to see some apartments. At one of them, signs at the complex were
all written in Japanese, and I was thinking this place would not be for me. And
when I was up at a few stories and looking at the small tenant apartment building,
I witnessed dark grey smoke started spewing out of one of the two units on the
highest floor with pop-pop sound.
This afternoon, I was doing tentative research of properties in the Philippines,
Vietnam and Thailand. It seems that some small places are within my financial
reach. Then I remembered what almost happened to me a year ago, a Romanian
fraud.
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I
asked L at Y to buy me a 4D lottery, my very first time. I asked to buy it for
me because I didn’t even know how to buy it. I chose 6338. Then tonight L sent
me a message that said, “it was 8336.”