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"
Friday, September 4, 2009
I just had dinner with my friends Piet and Cara with the two pub members. I thought I would dine alone but I saw them in JD, so it kinda made my night. While we were about to leave, Joven arrived and he told us that there is no class on Monday because of the INC leader's burial. My only concern was that, I would not meet with my class in Tech Wri on Monday. Argh!