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The price was in the neighbourhood of 50 dollars.
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Mrs Ogawa is familiar with this neighbourhood.
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Incidentally a motorway ramp is being constructed in the neighbourhood, a few hundred metres away, of my clinic.
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Our school is in a good neighbourhood.
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Last night there was a big fire in the neighbourhood.
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Tom and Mary live in a seedy rundown neighbourhood.
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Sigh, this used to be a nice neighbourhood.
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According to the IAU, a "dwarf planet" is a celestial body that (a) is in orbit around the Sun, (b) has sufficient mass for its self-gravity to overcome rigid body forces so that it assumes a hydrostatic equilibrium (nearly round) shape, (c) has not cleared the neighbourhood around its orbit, and (d) is not a satellite.
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Are you from the neighbourhood?
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This afternoon when our grandmother who is hard of hearing gets company from an even more hard of hearing girlfriend, we will try to prevent them at all cost from sitting in the garden, otherwise the whole neighbourhood will all at once know our business.
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I was just returning from college and I was in your neighbourhood. So I thought I would drop by for a chat.
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The neighbourhood was cut in two by the highway.
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The volatile old man who lived next to Tom often yelled at the neighbourhood kids.
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There are a lot of horses in my neighbourhood.
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I wish there were a super discount supermarket in the neighbourhood.
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After the earthquake the neighbourhood felt insecure.
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Visit your neighbourhood.
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The whole outside of your house, your neighbourhood, is like a big living room, and you don't have to pay for it. Walk around!
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Several years ago, a bleached body was discovered in a vacant plot in the neighbourhood.
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Although she lives in my neighbourhood, I only rarely meet her.
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You don't live in my neighbourhood.
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She doesn't live in my neighbourhood.
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Tom is a member of the neighbourhood watch.
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Of course, the neighbourhood was a lot more colourful back then.
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Do you know this neighbourhood?
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Now, in the neighbourhood, there lived an old man named Chromis who farmed some land of his own.
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Tom lives in a friendly neighbourhood.
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"But I have no playmates." "You will find some in this neighbourhood, and from your schoolfellows as well."
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Tom moved to a new neighbourhood.
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João owns a farm the size of this neighbourhood.
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I go to one of my sister-in-laws for a month and the neighbourhood has gone to the dogs.
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There are many Gujarati immigrants in this neighbourhood.

He lives in an upmarket neighbourhood.

He lives in an exclusive neighbourhood.

The new neighbourhood is being built in the university's immediate vicinity.

The new neighbourhood is being built in the immediate vicinity of the university.

Tom earned money by mowing lawns in the neighbourhood.

A large solar park was built in close neighbourhood to the village.

There are a large number of shops and businesses in the neighbourhood.

Tom had to move to a less salubrious neighbourhood.

There are a lot of depressed Oriental women in my neighbourhood on Lulu Island.

At my age ten and on my introduction to North America from the Philippines, my family first rented a ground floor suite in a flat suburb. In the neighbourhood were two sisters, who were half-Japanese and half-white; two Filipino brothers, who loudly played drums; black brother and sister, who played ping-pong in a driveway; and a Greek boy, who was friendly.

I have the most interesting conversations with my ufologist friend Bratislav. He is of Croatian ancestry and is very intelligent. I am bored now in my neighbourhood without someone like him to talk to, as he moved to a different city.

There's a big supermarket in our neighbourhood.

Fred, a big Chinese fellow, was a friend in my old neighbourhood in Vancouver, BC. He was a man of science. We often had heated discussions about sundry topics.

Friendly Banners in my Lulu Island neighbourhood was a nice American-style diner. I frequented it before it closed down.

Pedro M., my Ecuadorian friend who is part-Inca, liked to meditate in the Thai temple in my Vancouver neighbourhood.

I know that some "lesbians" in my Lulu Island neighbourhood are still attracted to me, being male. Sexologists know that most people are really bisexual, as in the ancient Greco-Roman times, bisexuality was the social norm. I think that the "gay-straight" paradigm is reinforced by Abrahamic religions.

I live in this neighbourhood.

Whilst visiting London, walking in the neighbourhood of the Barbican Centre, I chanced upon a fish and chip shop, where I ordered ravishing fish and chips, wrapped in newspaper. I could get nothing like it back in North America.

In the 1980s, my family sometimes visited my uncle and aunt's home on top of a mountain in Oregon. Their neighbourhood was full of fragrant bark mulch. I watched MTV, a music video channel that we did not have in BC, on their television. Music videos were like haiku for my generation. The Grotto, a Roman Catholic shrine, was a nice visit on top of a mountain. There were gardens and statues.

At the end of last month, May of 2014, Bratislav, of Croatian descent, had left the Lulu Island neighbourhood, he having bought a new house and abandoning his slender townhouse. One of our last meetings in the neighbourhood was at the Rideau School field. We discussed plenty. Russia and China had been "State Capitalist" regimes and not "Communist" as they claimed to be. There was an alien "spacecraft" hovering invisibly above the grassy field; oh no, it was some kind of "portal"; oh no, it was an "incorporeal being." Many East Asian logograms, or "Sinograms," had a categorizing radical along with a hinting phonetic radical; they were not all pictographic. Daoists, I said, liked to be like a simple driftwood. There were aliens aplenty, Bratislav repeated. That day on the field last month, the thousands of dandelions were abundant with cloudy tufts of their soon-to-fly seeds.

Some people base reality in their local sphere. Maybe, most people do not travel enough, I mention to Bratislav. A bit aghast becomes Bratislav, of Croatian ancestry. I tell him about the Daoist notion that one's own garden or local neighbourhood may be a microcosm that reflects macrocosmic reality. All the learning from all the travelling one can do may lie right here locally. A snail on the sidewalk may have a "doppelganger" (Bratislav's conceptual word) in the macrocosm.

I knew Bratislav, of Croatian descent, personally since 2012, but I had seen him walking his two small dogs in the Lulu Island neighbourhood park in previous years without talking to him. Bratislav was unique in my opinion, as he had a really different reality view than everyone else, it seemed. He recounted stories of farm cows, whose bodies were sapped of blood by UFO aliens and engraved with circles. Ghost-like aliens could phase out of this material world, as they could pass through walls, he said. He said that there were secret space missions about which the public did not know. He was like no other person that I had met.

On the 3rd of February of 2012, I started actively learning Interlingua, the 1951 vintage created language, using the exciting Euro-based Tatoeba translation project on the Web. Some friends there suggested that this Blue Tongue was the one suited for me. I ventured to the Lulu Island neighbourhood Roman Catholic church, St. Paul's, on some mornings to enjoy the spiritual brown 1960s architecture and to mix with people who thought about Heaven. At this time, I considered myself as having committed to no specific religion, I believing that spirituality was utterly different from religiosity. I still preferred to blend what I know of different religions, although for a long time, it was really generic Animism and non-sect Buddhism which had the greatest impact on me. I thought now that it was better not to proclaim membership to a particular religion, though. People around me still preferred "shrink-wrapped" religions right off the shelves of the Religion Store.

In the morning of the 12th of March of 2022, I took a long route going to the cafe. I saw Eurasian children with brownish hair in the Lulu Island neighbourhood. I saw that the cherry blossoms had not yet bloomed in the school yard. I sat in the gazebo to gaze at the grey-sky landscape. I saw my big neighbour in a grey jacket and black pants, as he looked like promenading fat Maitreya Buddha. At the cafe, drinking my iced black tea, I chatted with the brunette barista Sarah from Montreal about how the cherry blossoms seemed late this year. I went to the quiet pizzeria, and Rose the Filipina was unusually there on a Saturday. Eating pizza, her son John-Paul was there, who did not want to go to martial-arts class today, because of feeling too lazy. I ate a slice and drank cold diet cola.

It is the 15th of February of 2015. On a more personal note, I am still able to make new friends, even that I know that I cannot keep them for long when they go away. Amongst others from the delivery gang of the pizzeria are two Russian-speaking friends, the Ukrainian Yaroslav and the Kazakh Adil. The ex-Soviet peoples are highly educated. I do miss talking to Bratislav, of Croatian ancestry, about ufology and starry philosophy. (Bratislav left the Lulu Island neighbourhood in May of 2014.) As long as people can still make friends is fine.

It is now the 31st of October of 2013, Halloween in the afternoon, as I write this phrase. It is a little drizzle outside. The sky is grey. The Lulu Island neighbourhood looks undecorated and unexcited. The evening passes and my family feasts on Halloween pizza and rice porridge. We have candies ready, but no kids come to our door. I hear some fireworks from outside, though.

It is the 29th of November of 2012. Bratislav's reality view is crowded. It is teeming with lifeforms in space and here. Probably, it is reflective of a lonely trait. My reality view since childhood is that since the microcosm, my local neighbourhood, is like a desert, where life and especially intelligent life are rare and precious, then the macrocosm, comprising the worlds "out there," is also desolate. My reality view has no microcosm-macrocosm dissonance. Bratislav's reality view requires review of epistemology, the study of the nature of knowledge. Who says it? From where does it come?

My white ex-neighbour Billy lived in a house in a corner of my Lulu Island neighbourhood. Chinese women now own the house and have since fixed up the house itself and the yard remarkably well.

John an Anglo-Saxon and Marit a Norwegian live in comfy house in my Lulu Island neighbourhood.

John, an Anglo-Saxon who worked for a technology company, is retired and is living all by himself in a big house with a big balcony in my Lulu Island neighbourhood.

Marian, a blonde Anglo-Saxon, and Martin, a German-Anglo-Saxon, live in a blue house in my Lulu Island neighbourhood. They have their own business.

Ugandan families live in a duplex on No. 3 Road in my Lulu Island neighbourhood.

A lady Oriental neighbour who wants me to call her "Mrs. T" lives in a big corner house in my Lulu Island neighbourhood. She has two noisy dogs.

I saw blue-shirt-wearing bearded Michael, the Dane-French, this sunny, blue-sky morning of the 24th of June of 2022, along a neighbourhood alleyway on Lulu Island. We talked about American politics and the pervasive ignorance in humanity. I irksomely mentioned, "Most of humanity is not good quality." We talked about travelling around this world, as I said that I have journeyed through Asia, Africa, Europe, North America, and Latin America. A striking part of our conversation was about my Egyptian excursion. My early objective in life was to see the Great Pyramids, which I managed to do in my twenties. Egypt was like a different planet, with old French colonial buildings and multimillennial ruins. The sky was a deep blue over the desert. Michael mentioned, "That's why it's called the Dark Continent..."

Tom doesn't live in my neighbourhood.

Does she live in the neighbourhood?

I know this neighbourhood.

I'm familiar with this neighbourhood.

Some people think that Greg and I are like Filipino Hispanics. This Saturday morning on the 20th of August of 2022, Greg eats apple chips, and I salted potato chips with black iced tea, at the neighbourhood café. He mentions that he doesn't always go to church on Sunday, because maybe he feels down about life. We talk about the Philippines having mainly three blending peoples, Malays, Chinese, and Spanish. We wonder if most Filipinos really have Spanish and Chinese blood. Many Filipinos don't trace their genealogy. I mention to him that as one just lands at the Manila airport, one sees that the majority are really Malay-looking people. We talk about Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons. I list some countries, in four continents, to which I've travelled, as it impresses him that I am a world traveller. Greg has only been to the Philippines, Canada, and USA. I assure him that my rich uncle in Oregon, who builds houses in the Philippines, doesn't want to go to Europe. Greg knows that I've lived in Japan and Europe, where I've learned the "walking life."

The whole neighbourhood was surprised by the news.

How are things in your neighbourhood?

A young dog, being confined in the neighbourhood, bewailed its loss of liberty, by making an hideous noise; which all the party agreed was very disagreeable.

I've grown up in this neighbourhood.

His family lives in the same neighbourhood as mine.

In the sunny blue-sky morning of the 13th of April of 2023, I was sitting in the teahouse drinking my iced black tea. Lizbeth the Mexican came through the door, and we greeted each other, she still teaching Dance Fitness and Zumba at several schools here on Lulu Island. I suppose some people at the teahouse miss the noisy patois of Taglish of Greg and me. I was just reading my Japanese-language fantasy book Tabi no Nakama, or The Fellowship of the Ring, of the famous J.R.R. Tolkien. Walking back to my house, I saw Nikki the Cypriot Greek and her Korean neighbour, as they continued their six rounds around the neighbourhood block.

To Michael the Dane-French, I have "admiration for his methodology" concerning the strange things happening in our Lulu Island neighbourhood, strange things attributed to extraterrestrials. He collected over a hundred videos and photographs during several months.

In the afternoon of the 16th of April of 2023, a bit of sunshine peered through the clouds after heavy rains earlier in the day. My first walk being around my neighbourhood block in the early morning, my second going to the teahouse, my third going to the pizzeria, my fourth walk out of the house led me back to the pizzeria in the afternoon to eat a cheese slice and drink Diet Cola. A new trainee was at the cashier. His name was Jadeed. I said that his name reminded me of the green gemstone "jade." A South Asian muscle man in a red shirt ate several slices in the corner. Then, I walked to the nearby grocery store to buy three bags of little green "pepitas."

I drove around the neighbourhood.

The chief havoc was committed by a she-wolf, which, with her annual litter of whelps, had infested the neighbourhood.

A famous brand has opened a flagship store in my neighbourhood.

I grew up in this neighbourhood.

This neighbourhood is violent.

This is a violent neighbourhood.

She lives in this neighbourhood.

Do you live in this neighbourhood?

By accompanying the boys in their rambles he learned his way about the neighbourhood, and was in a short time perfectly acquainted with all the lanes, woods, and fields within a radius of two or three miles.

He lives in this neighbourhood.

This is a posh neighbourhood.

He knew that Mr. Welland, who was behaving "very handsomely," already had his eye on a newly built house in East Thirty-ninth Street. The neighbourhood was thought remote, and the house was built in a ghastly greenish-yellow stone that the younger architects were beginning to employ as a protest against the brownstone of which the uniform hue coated New York like a cold chocolate sauce; but the plumbing was perfect.

The explorer’s greatest care, however, while camping out in the forest at night—his fires, his watchmen, and his watch-dogs—will not invariably secure him from danger, if there happen to be wild animals in the neighbourhood; leopards especially, insignificant in size as compared with the lion and the tiger,—there are few things so daring that a hungry leopard will not attempt them.

Are you familiar with this neighbourhood?

These days, I am wearing my red touque with orange letters in Tagalog, "MGA AWSTRALYA ANG MGA ESTRELYA," alluding to space colonization and the cold and hot deserts of other worlds. These days, I talk with Greg, my religious Filipino friend, at Starbucks café. We talk about travelling, anthropology, international food, and religion. This morning, I played in the midst of dense fog in a neighbourhood grassy field. At Starbucks café, in the foggy morning, I was drinking my reddish Passion Tango iced tea, which contained hibiscus, lemongrass, cinnamon, passion fruit, pineapple, and so forth. Greg gifted me a chocolate croissant. At Starbucks café, in the grey-sky afternoon, I was drinking the seasonal Oat Nog Latte. (Incidentally, Nog is a dwarf-like Ferengi alien character in the Star Trek franchise.) Kristina, part-Inuit part-Norwegian, was my barista. She has a handsome face, and her mannerisms and style reflect some things about her Inuit ancestors. "Viktor, it's like you're part-Inuit," she told me. She knows that I am from the Philippines. At my table, I exercised with my hand grip strengthener, which I carried in my army jacket pocket. At the café, I greeted Don the alluring white man and Květa the solitary Czech lady, as I exited. It is the 4th of December of 2024.

Last night, I ate jackfruit in yellow-white coconut milk with rice for dinner. After 7 in the morning, today the 26th of November of 2024, I ate a corn dog and drank a mug of hot lemon water. Before 8, I walked around and around the neighbourhood cul-de-sac. It was a grey sky. There is a house there with a front door decorated with gold-on-red "lucky" logograms. There are still pumpkins, a gigantic one and a mini one, in the front yard. A castle-like house stands in the corner. When I returned home, I opened my delivered parcel of a grey-green stone Godzilla. How wonderful it looks! On my mind now, Latinate artificial languages may have advantages over those that are not Latinate. I am thinking of Esperanto and Interlingua. Even natural languages like Tagalog and Japanese are full of international Latinate terms. (In Japanese, they are written in Katakana glyphs. It is fun to read a Japanese menu full of French and Italian food names written in Katakana. And I find it easier to read Japanese books in the sci-fi genre, because they are full of Katakana words derived from English and other languages. (Japanese is a cosmopolitan language.)) I am also thinking that a Latinate language with a blend of the indigenous may be fun and fascinating, as in the case of Philippine Creole Spanish (Chavacano (Chabacano)).

Here on Lulu Island, a few days ago, I've tried the Jerk-spiced Chicken Rice Bowl from Subway, but I've yet to try the expensive Hawaiian goodies at Steve's Poké Bar. This morning, the 25th of November of 2024, after 6, still dark as night, I saw Michael J. the Dane-French, whilst I was walking. He showed me new pictures on his cellphone about strange neighbourhood lights that he attributes to extraterrestrials. I mention to him about Elon Musk's apparent position on the matter that aliens haven't visited us here on Earth, but he doesn't discount the mathematical probability that life, intelligent or not, exists on faraway worlds. He's mentioned that there may be many one-planet civilizations that may have died out. He thinks that it is important that our Terran consciousness would be propagated outside of Earth for our own security. It's important that we have a "multiplanetary" civilization, Elon opines. We don't want to be a one-planet civilization that just dies out. I told Michael my two reasons that aliens would hide from us: (1) They're higher beings that have compassion for lower beings like us Earthlings, and (2) we as Terrans and Earth as a whole could be their EXPERIMENT, so they don't want to disturb it. Later, walking, I reached Starbucks café. I drank an Iced Gingerbread Oat Chai, then a reddish Passion Tango iced tea, from my barista Emma, an Iranian. At my corner window table, I was reading the Esperanto sci-fi book La Imperio Ornaks.

These days, at Starbucks café, I have been addicted to Oat Nog Latte, but this morning, I decided to have Iced Gingerbread Oat Chai. I sat in the back, near the restrooms. It is a grey-sky day. I walk practically everyday to get to the café. It was extremely windy, today, though. I stopped at Yummy Slice pizzeria for a Diet Coke and Subway sandwitcheria for a Turkey Ranch "Snackwich" just before the café. Heading home, I then visited Kin's Farm fruteria. Grandma Taiwan was there at the front: "Míng sà la!" she exclaimed. The lotus roots were out of stock. The wind was ferocious, as I walked back home. The neighbourhood Tim Hortons will be opening soon. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

Today's the 2nd of May of 2025. It was so sunny warm today that I could wear my fishing safari mesh travel vest outside. As usual, I went to Tim Hortons café, several times: some teas with oat milk, a sausage English muffin, and a Lemon Poppyseed Muffin. I ventured to St. Albans Road. The cherry blossom trees have mainly shed their petals already. I trudged all the way to the Roman Catholic church, there to first time visit the tranquil Adoration Chapel. In my neighbourhood, I took selfies near wisteria vines—violet blooms ablaze. At the café was a memorable sight of an Araboid man with great tattoos on his muscular left arm. My religion is really Syncretic, tending towards Buddhist-Animist.

Today's a cloudy, yet sunny day, the 13th of May of 2025. Yesterday and today, I went to the garden neighbourhood at St. Albans Road to enjoy the scenery and the big Roman Catholic church there, which I have visited maybe the 11th time this spring. The big admirable purple-bloom tree nearby is probably not a Jacaranda, but maybe a Paulownia, an Empress Tree. Nevertheless, it's like saudade for me about South America. I often visit the major worship hall and the smaller Adoration Chapel, where I noticed that at the right front the statue of the Virgin Mary is holding the Child at her arms, and they are not standing side by side, as I imagined from memory. At the big worship hall, there are two crucifixes, one at the front centre and one at the front right, both draped in white cloth. There are Filipinos in the parish. By the way, it's now Pope Leo XIV. I'm really tending to Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism. I visited Tim Hortons café here on Lulu Island several times during the day to enjoy an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, an Iced Classic Lemonade, Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, and a Wild Blueberry Muffin. Today, at home, I'm reading bits from Spanish speculative fiction, El eterno regreso a casa, by Ursula K. Le Guin. I read aloud for oral practice. I'm also looking at an online Esperanto dictionary to ameliorate my green vocabulary.

Before dawn, I was walking around and around the clandestine neighbourhood cul-de-sac. I was observing the dark sky with illumined clouds. The cul-de-sac is one of my other temples. In the sunny morning, I did see Marian my blonde British neighbour. She was dressed in green, as I was. She remarked how the air still felt cool. Her husband Martin is an Anglo with some German blood. Later, I greeted Sandra my Fijian neighbour, who is three-quarters Chinese and one-quarter East Indian. She was married to a Caribbean black, and has two hybrid children, Darius and Jewel. It's the 22nd of May of 2025.