ON DECEMBER...

Not a good month for me. My alcoholism has waned down by work and my dancing just makes me feel un-oiled. I have voice lessons that i don't attend and someone just called me Ms. Taray.

I have mellowed down right after college. I know that somehow my fire isn't as intense but it keeps burning. I guess I'm tired. Movie and binges with paulie aren't as casual. Everybody has to put it in some schedule so as to make it organized. Oh yes, everybody has to be organized. Even emotions tend to be organized. Everything has to be in some organizational activity. Whatever happened to random acts of happiness.

I used to stare at the building of our college with Stowper. We had this sublimal feeling that we are waiting for the exact shadow of the moon to make the building look grand and dramatic. And when that happens, we go home. How simple can we get.

Everybody seemed to be inlove back then. Now, everybody's a good and organized person.