An exact copy of my life is being lived a million light years away/If there's a way to prove it. - Eric Gamalinda, "Poem Not Written in Catalan"
Monday, August 31, 2009
A new day begins. But I'm too dizzy to hold class. I don't know why. After a long vacation of five days, I still fell tired. Too preoccupied. I'm thinking about the tribute for Ma'am Amor this afternoon. Although I have finished my inspirational message of sort last night, I have no idea what will happen later. I don't know what the mood will be. Writing my speech last night almost made me cry, how much more this afternoon. Well, I'm hoping for the best. See you around!