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"
Thursday, July 15, 2010
In the library now. Just finished my class in Art Appreciation. I mostly played some video clips on Art Subjects which spared me from too much talking and coughing. I hate this. I’ve been like gasping when I talk and I feel so damn awkward especially when I discuss in front of the class. When will this suffering come to a halt?