Thursday, November 24, 2005
PLEASE
dont throw your cigarette ends on the floor.
the cockroaches are getting cancer.
the usual suspects were here at
12:38 PM
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
i am back, and i am using this very desktop of mine to type in whatever relevant messages i would like to impose on you. the very fact that i am online, is, somehow rather pleasing. i still remember, fucking clearly, what kind of living conditions i had to come to terms with. with cramped up spaces and leaking toilets, i contemplated killing my buddies around me to subdue the noise subjecting their influence on my peace loving mind. the cookhouse had choked pipes regurgitating waste food from days' ago. imagine feeling hungry, running to the cookhouse, to get all that excitement drowned with misery, spiked with a little feeling of nausea. such excellent services, i would rather sleep outfield, with the tree canopy as shelter, in my comfortable hammock. doing nothing, my eyes on the amber of the previously lit campfire, i would lay back and just smoke. that did feel good. alright, soldier.
and yes, the hammock was strong.
the usual suspects were here at
11:37 AM
about me
::my info::
name:yuhao
age:21 yrs old
gender:male
affiliations:none as of yet
msn: go guess you twit