Yesterday, I came to my old dormitory, to clean up my room, of course! I have to remove everything from there. Because I wanna leave for somewhere...
My ex-dormitory is really old, may be about 40 years. Made by wood, nasty, leaky roof and full of cat shit. It seems not good to be lived but I'd lived there for a few years, since I was in university. I enjoy it! I had found happiness, sadness, and more...there
My old dormitory is a part of my life story...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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