Around Phnom Penh
Since the new governor started his job, Phnom Penh has changed a lot. The new governor’s name is Kep Chuk Tema. He used to be a governor of Takeo province, but when he became the new governor in Phnom Penh he started many projects like fixing the parks around Phnom Penh, and upgrading the storm water drainage. So now, in the rainy season, Phnom Penh won’t flood as much as before.

Along the riverside they are fixing he banks of the river and improving the park along the river in front of many restaurants, bars and hotels. This area is very important and popular for tourists and local people.

Before, when I was riding around town with some of my friends, it was darker and quieter than now. It was also very scary for us too, so we wouldn’t like to stay out late. Before, it really looked like an old city, but now everything seem to be changing a lot, especially around Hun Sen Park, Independence Monument, and Wat Phnom. They also made a replica of an old bridge that was in the city 100 years ago. Next to the replica bridge there is a new park. I do like going for a walk sometime in that park, because it’s clean and the park looks really very beautiful.

Every evening there are many teenagers, including myself and my friends, that really like riding around some new parks looking for some beautiful girls along there. Also it’s really nice when they turn on all the lights and fountains around the Independence Monument.

11:21 AM ICT Permalink |

Killing Fields Trip

Last week I went to the riverside to work as a motorbike driver. When I was there I saw three foreign girls having lunch. I walked up to them and started to talk with them and I found out they want to go to the Killing Fields. But the problem was, they wanted to go by tuk-tuk, and I don't have a tuk-tuk. A tuk-tuk for three of them would cost $15, so I asked if they didn't mind taking three motor bikes with my friends for $10 each. But they did not agree, and they asked for $5 each. We keep asking them for $7 each, but the girls still said no, until we said, okay, $5 each.

One girl's name was Kelly and she rode on my bike. She was so beautiful. One of her friend's was Emma and she rode on Sokkhim's bike. The one named Claudia rode on my younger brother Yak's bike. Before we left we looked at the map trying to find a short-cut to get to the Killing Fields, which is located south of Phnom Penh in Choung Ek. The three girls saw us looking at the map and they thought we don't know the way to go, and they looked scared. So Kelly asked me, Are you sure you know where it is? And I said, Yes. I said that we were just trying to find a short-cut. After we told them like that they looked relaxed.

On the way to the Killing Fields I began talking a lot to Kelly. I had a very nice talk with her. She told me that she's an artist in London, England. Sokkhim’s English was okay for talking to Emma. But I'm really sorry for Claudia because Yak's English is not that good for a conversation with her.

At the Killing Fields we had to wait for the girls outside for a half-hour till they saw everything. And then they came back out and we had to take them to Tuol Sleng, the old S-21 Prison which is now the Cambodian Genocide museum. On the way back to town Sokkhim got arrested. The police stopped him and Emma because he has no license plates on his bike. The police said to Sokkhim, "Hey, your god-mum is a foreigner! So you pay just small money, only 25,000 riel!" But of course 25,000 is not small money, that’s more than $6, and Sokkhim didn’t have that much money. I understand those policeman’s minds, they are always like that, so I decided to tell Emma to get on my bike with Kelly so it's easy for Sokkhim to fix the problem with the police, and I told him we will wait for him at Tuol Sleng. So Sokkhim met us again at Tuol Sleng, and he told me those police took 5,000 riel ($1.25) and let him go. Emma and Claudia and Kelly, they never knew this was what was happening. I told them later the police are leeches, sucking the poor people's blood.

Then, when they came out of Tuol Sleng Museum, the girls wanted to go to the Russian Market. Three of them went in but only two came out; one of them came back because she wanted to have a smoke. She told me she likes this country because she can smoke anywhere. And then we took them all back to the riverside. They gave us $40 for the three of us, even though we agreed only $15 each when we started. I do like those three girls a lot!

04:17 PM ICT Permalink |

Kampot Caves

After our visit to Kompong Orussei we went to visit the caves at Kompong Traach, a town that is close to Kampot. There at the caves are lots of small kids, wanting to be guides to the caves, and each of them has a flashlight.

Riya and I, and some of Sophea's friends, had one kid to go with us. He was very friendly and seemed to like me a lot. He was always tapping me on the shoulder and pointing out stones and telling me what they look like. He pointed at the stone and said, "You know what that looks like?" And we said, no. And he said, "It's an elephant!" or, "It's a crocodile!" or, "A dragon!" One time he said, "It's the leg of a general coming through a hole!" Sometimes I pointed to a stone and asked the kid, "What's that?", but he always answered, "That's a stone!"

Inside the cave it looked scary to go with a few people, because it was so dark inside. But in fact there were almost a hundred people inside the cave, so it was fun and very noisy. When we arrived in the middle of the cave there was a hole in the roof where we could see the sky and a statue of the Buddha. We relaxed and took photos and some people had incense and prayed to the statues of the Buddha. The kid who was our guide wanted to show us lots of other things but we were tired and hungry, so after an hour I give him 2,000 riel and he looked very happy.

I think it's very good to go to this cave with a lot of people. But it's too dark inside and I don't want to go with just one or two other people.

10:14 AM ICT Permalink |

School Trip to Bamboo Village

My friends Sophea and Bros are studying law and economics at University. Today they went on a trip to Kampot with their University for their University activity; helping poor people. My friend Riya and I went with them, even though we are still in high school.

There were a lot of students that went. There were five vans and in each van more than 20 people, and most of them I don't know. At first we didn't know where we're going, we just knew the plan was to bring some rice and noodles and a lot more things, but we didn't know where until we get to the village. Its name is Kompong Orussei, which means Bamboo Village.

Kompong Orussei looks very poor. People there just grow rice to support their family, and the road is very bad and a long way to go from the National Road. But people in the village were very friendly to us, especially when they knew we are students and we are helping them. And they tried to talk to us even though we never know each other. So it was not a bad time at Kompong Orussei.

There were four families that we gave the food and money to. So we arranged the food and the money and then we asked them to come. And when they came we gave them a sort of interview to ask them about their life. One of them was an old man who lives alone and has no wife and no kids to help him get money or food. Another was two old women who live together the same way; with no family to help. And another one was a man who has a withered leg and no one to help. And the last is a woman with kids and no husband.

The village headman came and said these are genuine poor people, not someone pretending to be poor, and he described about how they have nobody and no land and only small house, and they get their food by working for other people's farms to get some rice. But usually they cannot get enough rice for the whole year, they can get like for 8 or 10 months, and for another 4 months they have to borrow from the neighbors to fill their stomachs.

He talked so much, but finally he said he's surprised this is the first time this happened in his village; that they have a group of students come to study about the poor people and to help them. And he said he hopes they will have other universities to do the same thing. After we gave the things to the poor people we had a very good lunch in the village; fried fish and chicken soup and rice, and a coconut each; all of which could cost about $1.50 in Phnom Penh.

07:36 PM ICT Permalink |

A Funeral

Last week my friend Bros asked me to go to his grandmother’s funeral with him. When I heard about his grandmother was so surprised, because too many people have died in his family this year: his mother, his other grandmother, and now this one.

The place that they do the funeral is close to Russian Market. When we arrived there all the people were wearing white, but we had just left from our school and we had on our school uniforms. Bros's father offered us a table and we had some rice soup and Coke. Then after we ate, at about 12 o'clock, it was time for us to go back. We offered the funeral money to Bros. I gave 5,000 riel, my friend Riya gave 5,000 riel, and some other friends gave some more. Together, all of us gave about 100,000 riel. And then Bros told us we have to come again because his family will take the body to be cremated.

So we came to the funeral again, but this time was not so sad. Bros looked more happy and talkative, and we were happy too, because we thought that he might be depressed. We met the neighbor of his grandma, her name is Narak, and she told us it's a Thai name. She told us that four years ago she had an accident and she was unconscious for six months, and people thought she died because she was unconscious. She told us that she saw an angel, and the angel told her that she did a good thing at the beginning of her life so it wasn’t time for her to die, and the angel offered her a new life again in the same body. All my friends said; that is unbelievable. Also, she told us that when she woke up, she couldn't walk and she couldn't speak. And one of my friends said; that's true, because you were unconscious for six months! None of my friends believed what she told us.

And she told us that if we don't believe her we can ask all the people in the neighborhood, they all know. She told us her boyfriend died in that same accident. All of my friends were very quiet, and she talked a lot. She told us she's half-Chinese and her name is Thai, is means Lovely. She told us the angel looked like an old man with a stick. The word in Khmer is Ey-sey, and it's not the same as an angel in English. Cambodian people believe the Ey-sey live in the mountains, in the deep jungle, and they look after the mountains. Sometimes they dress in white, sometimes in animal-skin, and they wear a small turban and a necklace of bones, so they are not really like angels.

Ey-sey are very good at magic, if you die they can bring you back to life, and there's an old story in Khmer about an Ey-sey who turns a flower into a girl and brings her up as his granddaughter. So that's what Narak saw when she was dead. But me and my friends we don't believe that anyone can be unconscious for six months. Maybe three days, like my friend Virak who had an accident on his motorbike, but not six months, because how could you eat?

Finally she asked us for our phone numbers, but we all told her we had pawned our phones and some of us said we don't have phones, because we don't want her to phone us. And she said, okay then, we'll see each other again.

10:42 PM ICT Permalink |

My Birthday

On 14 October my friends and I went to the other bank of the river to have my birthday party. It was at the place called Bakhaing. This is a place that many Cambodian people like to go with their families or friends to relax. But it's also a place you can do birthday parties, and it's not too expensive.

When we arrived there at about 1 o'clock there were not many people around, it was quiet, even though it was Sunday. So all of my friends started singing karaoke and playing cards and I was sitting down with two friends and talking. We were talking about my girlfriend and their girlfriends, because every year before I used to do this with my friends and my girlfriend, but now we broke up about one month ago. When I was there I was waiting for her text message to me to say Happy Birthday but she didn't send anything, so this year it's not a happy birthday for me. Also on the day before my birthday I saw her and her new boyfriend. I don't want to write about her any more.

At about 2 o'clock all my friends got together and we started to order food and beer and some of my friends' girlfriends had Coke. Two of my friends, one boy and his girlfriend, surprised me, because they bought me a cake. They surprised me a lot, because when my friends told them about my birthday they said, "Oh, so sorry, we have no time, we got to do our work," something like that, and I thought they weren't coming, and then they even brought me a cake, so that was good.

Two of my friends are just like my brother and sister, because they are a lot older than us and they seem like they like me a lot, they always call me "pa-oun", brother. Because these two, they know about my life, that I don't live at home, that I came here to stay in Phnom Penh, and I do like the two of them too.

All my friends sang Happy Birthday in English and then in Khmer, and I blew out the candles and then all of them wished me happy birthday. Some wished I have a new girlfriend soon, some wished me to be more handsome, and some wished me to stop feeling stressed. The cake wasn't big, just a normal five dollar cake, but it had my name written on in Khmer, and I do like it because it's better than if I don't have one. I cut the cake into pieces so everybody had a piece.

There were about 15 people, and all of them gave me $2.50 each instead of giving me presents. And all of that money was for food, drink, and karaoke, $32.50, but it wasn't enough, because it cost more than what they gave to me, and it cost $72, so I had to use my own money to complete the bill.

10:02 AM ICT Permalink |

Corner Accident

Several day ago, at about 12 o'clock while I was sleeping, there a very loudly crash that woke me and my bother and sister up, and also my friend Riya too. Then we came out to the balcony to see what happened and we saw a motorbike fallen over and a guy lying unconscious. At night people drive very fast on that road. At the same moment I saw a car moving in the street, stop-go-stop-go, and then suddenly it drive off very fast.

People came from all around --- from out of a bar near my house and out of the houses --- to see the motorbike driver. Riya and I came down and we saw there were two people; the driver of the bike that we saw lying on the road, and a kid that we couldn't see before. He was about 10 years old. The kid's on the road too, lying on the road, and he's just saying; "hurt, hurt," and "help me, help me." A police officer was there and he's telling the kid, "Don't move, ambulance will come soon." And some people were trying to help the guy, but he was dead. And I could see that the kid had his leg broken, because he was lying on the ground on his chest but his leg was up near his ear.

A motorbike driver on the corner who saw it happen told me, the car came from the north, and the bike from the east, and the car hit the bike on the corner. The car hit the motorbike, and the motorbike had the driver and this kid on it, and the kid flew up on the roof of the car, and that's why the car was going stop-go-stop-go, trying to shake the kid off the roof, and then it drove away very fast.

Many people called the ambulance, and three ambulances came because they want money too. In Cambodia you have to pay to get taken to hospital. The first one took the kid. If the kid has no relatives or money the ambulance will just take him and drop him at the hospital without treatment. That's what I think but I don't know for sure what happened after the ambulance took the kid. And the second one took the dead guy and the third one went away empty.

The people said it was a red Corolla 1994 model, number plate not clear. The police didn't take any notes or statements. They left the motorbike there on the corner, but one of the motorbike drivers on that corner tried to take petrol out of the smashed motorbike. Then Riya and I just went home, because we don't want to see too much more. We don't want to have nightmares.

06:45 PM ICT Permalink |

Airport Ghost

Last month my mother came back to Cambodia from America. She told us to be at the airport in Phnom Penh at 10 o'clock. We waited but the plane arrived at about 11.40 a.m. But while we were waiting for my Mum we saw a crowd looking at something. My family and I went to have a look and we saw one family doing a coining, a custom that we call ''kous kchaul'' in Khmer language, for one man.

Airport security came and asked them what was happening, and that man's wife told the security that he was kchaul (feverish). And the security asked, "Do you need us to call the airport doctor or an ambulance?" The man was unconscious, and his family were carrying him and rubbing Tiger Balm all over his body and tried to wake him up.

So the security called for the ambulance. Before the ambulance came, the man regained consciousness and started talking. And he was talking so strange that it really scared me. He talked to the ghosts. First he talked to his body. He said, "Mum, get off my body, I can't breathe!" Then he said, "That's right, that's right!" Then he looked through the crowd, and he talked to his mother. He said, "Mum, help me! Get away from my body! Get away from my legs because I can't move my legs! Don't take me with you, because I have to look after my wife and my children!' He also said, "I know it's my mistake, but I will go to the pagoda and pray for you! I'm sorry for when you alive I didn't look after you properly."

I looked around, but there was nobody talking to him. And his aunt said that his mother is gone (she meant that she's dead), and she talked to the ghost and she said, "Please don't come back to disturb him, I will tell him to go to the pagoda to make prayers for you!" But she couldn't see the ghost like him.

Then that man talked to the ghost very quietly, for almost one hour. I was just watching, because I was still waiting for my mum to arrive. And even when my mum arrived, the man was still talking; sometimes quiet, sometimes loud. When he talked loudly I could hear and understand him, but what he said was scaring me a lot. The ambulance came and went away again because his family said it wasn't needed. The man was just talking to the ghost while his family rubbed him with coins and with Tiger Balm, for more than an hour.

Then at last my Mum came and we took her back home. I hope that guy was okay. I think so, because he was looking stronger than what he was when I first saw him.

11:46 AM ICT Permalink |

Sopeap’s New House

Last Sunday I all the friends went to Sopeap's house, close to Wat Phnom, to have a party for his new house. His new house looks very nice. It has a pink and white color, like a small villa, with two floors. His parents bought it for 60,000 dollars. It’s in a good area, and really safe. It has two bedrooms and three bathrooms for eight people; Sopeap and his mother and father, four brothers and one sister. And it has a big living room on each floor.

He told us to go to his house at 7 o'clock in the evening, because by then the guests are less and he will have more space for us. But we got there at 5 o'clock. So he just put us on the roof and told the waiter to bring food for us.

It was a big party, much food and plenty to drink (coke and beer). He told us not to worry and to drink as much as we like, 'cause his brother had more than 50 cases of beer for us and for his friends. I think 50 cases of beer is a lot, that's 5 cases each for the 10 of us, but all of us together can drink only 2 cases of beer. And also that's not including me, because I wasn't feeling very well and I didn't drink any beer, only coke. But I was very good for eating food.

While Sopeap was being a host downstairs the waiter from the restaurant (they rented a cook and waiter from a restaurant) brought the food for us. One of our friends named Por, he took as much food as he could as soon as the waiter brought it. So we all were doing like him, and the food finished very quickly. And when Sopeap came upstairs he looked really surprised when he saw we had finished all the food, but he said he didn't mind. He said: "Have some more!"

At 7:30 a lot of guests had gone home, and Sopeap came upstairs and had some beer with us. He told us "Drink to be drunk. If you're not drunk, don't go home." That's what we say in Khmer language.

12:10 PM ICT Permalink |

Football Ants

Every evening my friends come to my house and we go to play football at Olympic Stadium. Lots of people go to Olympic Stadium in the evenings nowadays because exercise right now is very popular in Phnom Penh. Some of the people like dancing, some run, some walk, some play badminton, and some just flirt --- though that's not really exercise! But the most popular activity is football.

Usually we don't have any teams to play against when we arrive, but there there's always someone who asks us to play against them. Some of them look really like professionals, so sometimes we say no because we are not good players. Instead, we go around and look for some team that doesn't look like they have professional players. Sometimes we play for money, but mostly just for bottles of water. That means if our team wins you buy water for us. But some teams don't like that, because they see we aren't good players and they want to bet money as much as they can. But we don't always lose, sometimes we win their money.

We started to play at the Stadium about three weeks ago and now all of us are getting better, so we are not scared like the first time. For example, yesterday evening we played with one team that looked very tall and they run very fast. It was like ants playing with giants, but we tried our best so it was not bad. The first game they said; “Okay, if you get two goals you get 500 riel for each player." And we won. They could run faster but we were better at passing the ball and so we tired them out. Then they said, "Okay, one goal gets 500 riel for each player," and this time I was the one that made the goal and we won again: 1,000 riel each. So they changed the rules again and said; "Okay, one goal 1,000 riel." And this time they won. So it was a draw; nobody won, and nobody lost. But the real result was 4 goals for the ants, and only 1 goal for the giants.

So my friends and I were very happy with the game even though we didn't keep the money, because this was the first time we won against a good team.

09:48 AM ICT Permalink |

Grade 12 Results

On Friday 31 August my friends got their Grade 12 results. Me I'm in Grade 11, but next month when school goes back I'll be Grade 12. So I'll get Grade 12 results this time next year.

On that day three of my friends called all the rest of us to make celebrations and congratulations at Sisowath High School, even though at that time they still don't know then if they had passed or not. They were optimistic.

When we all went to Sisowath there were many students there just the same as us, waiting for the results. At 3 pm the teacher talked on the microphone and said, "This is the result for Grade 12." So all of us come together, about ten friends, with arms together and around each other, very happy. Then they started to give the results by rooms, starting at Room 1. My friends are in Room 15, 27 and 29. My friends names are Hua, Bros (which means “Boy” in Khmer), and Peah. When the teacher comes close to Room 15, we're starting to worry about him; he was very quiet and paid attention to the teacher. Then the teacher said, "Room 15 …. ALL PASS!" Then we all shouted, “YEAH YEAH YEAH!”

So we still had two more results; Bros and Peah. So Bros comes first: "Room 27 … two failed!" And Bros was very quiet and we don't know what to do, we just wait, and the teacher called the number for these two students who failed. The number is the ID number for when you do the exam, because they give each one number instead of a name, so we don't get told the name just the number. Bros was very quiet. And the teacher said the number of the first one who failed: not Bros. And the teacher said the second number: not Bros again! So we were happy again for the second time, and we all shouted, “YEAH YEAH YEAH!”

Then we felt really sorry for Peah because we had waited so long now and he still didn't get his result yet. And then the teacher called Room 29 results. He said, "In Room 29, 25 students passed…" which means ALL PASSED! So, “YEAH YEAH YEAH” again!

Then after we finished being happy Bros said, "I'll pay for two cases of beer for the party!", and Peah said, "I'll pay for the meat to have with the beer!" and Hua only said, “Yeah!” because he doesn't have much money. And we all said, “Yeah Yeah Yeah!”

So we were happy. But on that day I really felt pity for the students who failed. They looked so sad, they cried, and they felt so bad. So not all students were happy on that day. But I hope next year I will be like Hua and Bros and Peah.

02:20 PM ICT Permalink |

Going to the Pagoda

On Monday afternoon some friends called to ask me to go to the pagoda with them. I asked them where it was, and they said it was close to Pasit Mountain. First, I told them I didn't want to go. But I didn't want to be stressed and lonely in Phnom Penh so I went with them.

There were three girls and five boys in total, including me. We arrived there at about three o'clock, but we didn't go into the temple yet, we just had a rest outside and bought some incense and some candles to give to the monks. We shared the money to pay for the monks and total was about 20,000 riel, which is about five dollars.

Then we went to see the monk and he prayed. My friend Riya gave the money and the incense and the candles, and the monk gave us back the money because he said he would not take money from students. But we said to the monk; please keep it, because it's our heart that wants to give it to you. But that monk still would not take the money. He told us to take this money back before he gave it to someone else. So we took it and laughed, and I said; “That is a very good monk!” And he looked at me and he smiled. Then the monk prayed for us, and while he’s praying Riya asked him; “Please give me a lot of girls!” And my friends and people around us all laughed.

After praying the monk told us to change our clothes to get ready for him to give us the blessing to take away bad luck by water. This is the reason we go there. We had old clothes with us, the girls had some clothes they can wear and the boys had some shorts. The boys got ready first and we kneeled and prayed in front of the monk and the monk took water from a big jar and poured water over us like a shower. That's to wash away bad luck. Then it was the girls turn but they were shy and they don't want to do it. They asked us to do it again together with them. But we didn't want to do it two times, so the girls they just hang out there till other people come and they do the blessing with the other people.

On the way back home we tried to find some beef barbeque and rest there until five o'clock and then we drove back home. It was a very nice day; not stressed and not lonely.

03:46 PM ICT Permalink |

Drunk Guy in the Village

On Sunday my friends and I went to my home again, but this time there were only four of us. I bought two roast chickens from Lucky Market, one for us and one for my family. One chicken looked like enough for me and my four friends but in the end it wasn't. And my friends shared some money to buy some beer to have with the chicken.

At about three o'clock we got ready to have a football competition with other friends from my village. There was a big crowd gathered at the football field in the middle of the village; almost the whole village was there. But there was one guy there who was drunk. He is a new guy who just moved into the village, and he started a fight with one motorbike driver. Everyone tried to stop him from fighting but he wanted to fight with everybody. He was throwing the glass and the bottle at the motorbikes going past and hitting anyone who tried to stop him.

One of the village men was a police officer, but even though he had a gun this drunk guy tried to hit him in the face. Then the policeman called his friend and four more policemen came and told the guy to stop, but for almost half an hour nobody could stop this guy from hitting everyone. He even hit the headman of the village. So the headman was very angry and told the police to arrest the guy and take him to the district, but everyone someone tried to come near him he would hit them. Finally after half an hour his mother came. She was crying and said "Stop hitting my son!" She told her son "to cool down" Then she put her arms around him just to protect her son and he laid down on the ground and let the police arrest him. He looked very pitiful. His mother was holding him very tight and crying, but no one will pity him. After all this we played our football game and my friends and I lost.

When my friends were talking afterward we said this guy was very lucky the police did not shoot him because they come with guns. But I think anyway the police were not allowed to do that, because this guy had no gun. And this guy's sister and aunt said almost 20 people were hitting this guy and he's not a robber or a thief, so the people should not do this and should just take him to the police. But I don't know how this guy can live in my village now.

10:59 AM ICT Permalink |

Football or Toes-ball?

On Sunday last week I went to my family home, which is close to Phnom Penh airport. I went with nine friends and we took five motorbikes. My friends and I went there at about 11:00 am; all of us wanted to go there just to get out of the polluted air in Phnom Penh and to have a small party. On the way to my home there are some places selling stuff like beer and food, but almost all of us have very little money so we didn’t have to buy much.

The food that we had was a duck, and little frogs, and some beer. My sister-in-law was the cook. She cooked the duck Char Kdaou, (Char Kdaou is spicy fried style with chili and herbs), and she cooked the frogs in oil deep-fried, which was good to have with beer.

We had a football competition with the friends in my village who live along the road. There is a very big field in the middle of the village so we played there. While I playing I kicked the ball very strong and the nail on my toe came off. It was really hurting and also there was a lot blood. But I bought a band-aid and put it on my toe and kept playing.

When I got back to Phnom Penh I took my shoe off and my foot hurt very badly. It looked very bad after I lost my toe nail, but now a new toe nail is starting to grow, and my foot is feeling a lot better.

10:13 AM ICT Permalink |

Guitar Friends

On Monday morning while I was sleeping, some of my friends came to my home to wake me up. They do this every morning and we go out to have coffee. But this time there were only two friends; Neo and Hor.

While the two of them playing with my computer they saw an old guitar in the room that I have had for long time. Neo asked me if I could play it, and I told him that I can’t. I used to practice playing it before, but I didn’t have much time and stopped. So now I can’t play. Neo and Hor asked me, “Would you like to learn to play it again with us?” I think that’s a good question for me because I would like to start to learn it again too. Their offer really made me happy because I used to think I wanted to learn how to play guitar well, but it doesn’t mean I want to become a professional player. I would just like to know how to play. So right now I do have a friend who has the same mind as me.

Neo told me that if we know how to play guitar it’s a good way to attract girls. And it’s really romantic if we go with the girls out to the countryside, or especially to the beach. And I think I agree with Neo too.

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