Hello,
Greetings from probably the hottest location in the world. Thirty four degrees in the morning, thirty four degrees at lunch, thirty four degrees in the afternoon, and thirty five degrees in the evening. I have exterminated all my excess clothing and look forward to winter. The environmental condition has deteriorated to such an extent that I am sneezing because it is too hot.
I have moved house, from one part of Hong Kong, to another. This new flat is spacious, although there is an absence of an internet connexion in my room, either wireless or otherwise. The most sacreligious part, however, is that I no longer have a balcony; that is, I no longer have a place to smoke that is NOT THE STREET.
I've read the majority of posts (excluding of course Vasco's and Moses') and am glad to hear that most of you are doing well. It goes well here too. Today I exercised for the first time in a long time and discovered (perhaps unsurprisingly) that I am probably physically retarded. In any case, I met up with Marcus tonight to attend the Tiananmen Candlelight Vigil (to commemorate the Tiananmen massacre of 1989) and he has told me that he has physical ambitions - which means that tomorrow I am waking up at 6 am in order to join him at the possibility of a fitness club. He has stated that he has desires to become like a soldier physically; so pray for me.
In other news: finding a job is all but impossible, but hopefully I'll somehow remedy that in the coming week; I did not smoke a single cigarette the day before yesterday (mainly because I spent the majority of the time on an airplane); a potential insurance fraud may allow me to compensate myself for my lost camera (if the London Underground indeed believes me); my mother prevented me from wearing all-white today, because she was insistent that it is the dress mark of a homosexual; Moshe's and Vasco's posts are far too long; Commemoration is a strange film; I read 'Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man' in 24 hours, and recommend it to most; I finished 'Madness and Civilization' and do not recommend it to anyone; and I extend my imaginary jazz cigarettes to all.
Is a sign off necessary? Or will it appear under my name anyway? O.o
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You are way too fucking ugly, but I still like you.
Hope you die with the heat.
love you,
Vasco
Too bad you lost your ability to read. If you want I can separate my sayings and post them in different shorter posts. Then you'll read the same, but you'll think you are reading less. If you want me to do it, I can, but then the only thing I could say would be: You are a fucktard.
Looking physically like soldier? 6 AM (can't you do it like during the afternoon?)? WTF happened over there. I think I am going to start running again (again would be since like October 2006) tomorrow, as I am not swimming anymore (it cost too much money I don't want to waste) but going to a fitness club in 6 am? During the summer vacation? That is just crazy! I don't know about Marcus, but you either won't look like a "Darfur-type Kid" anymore or you'll die by the end of the summer.
Thank you Poléo, you're the shit!
But...but...if you dont wear all-white how will the proletariat realise you are the messiah/ubermench/zarathustra himself? Tch. Huge pity on the debalconisation score, you need to find a good tea pad. What happened in the london underground though? Lost a camera, or did one of my countrymen mug you?
Is it hip to comment on your own posts? I don't care anyways.
Poleo, I have your skype, fucktard.
De facto I lost my camera at school but de jure I lost it in the Underground, the latter enabling the mechanisms of insurance. I thought debalconisation was decolonialisation. so similar.
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