we watched "The Burmese Harp" in class tonight and i cried my caucasian eyes out. i could hear people sniffling around the room so i thought, fuck it. other people were crying so i didnt attempt to hold back my tears. my sleeve was soaked by the end of the film. i was expecting to see bunches of red eyes all over the room when the lights went on but when the t.a. flipped the switch, there wasnt another wet sleeved person to be found. i guess everyone had a cold, and also A STONE WHERE THEIR HEART SHOULDVE BEEN! geez.