B.

DINNER AT THE MOON/WILLIAM ST.
had a late dinner with johan(he just got back this morning) and christy. my camera was back in sv so i had to make do with my 1.2megapixel phone camera-boodooh.
shots of love. love always, alcohol.

in the light of the moon.

"the moon burger special"

mine carbonara.

chicken christy cheese. eeky, eeky. chocolate pizza for dessert, no room left in the stomach but still managed to force one an a half slice down my throat- with the help of ice cream of course.

a toast, cheers to safety and the return of a friend:johan. cheers to the end of my socio assignment. cheers to christy able to sleep alone in her bed, in peace for once. cheers to moon cake festival. cheers to friendship.

a performance staged by me. i am not a writer not a singer, i am an actor.

like how this boy thought pavarotti was never a singer, but a photographer.

"every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody” Mark Twain.

i just finished my essay relating to goffman's performances. its all about goffman's term of social interaction called dramaturgical, meaning that he viewed social life as something like a staged drama- methaphorically. its rather interesting to play around with how different you can get in front of a stage(appearance wise, mannerisms, etiquette) and conciously discover you are changing to your idealized being by putting up a performance so others will believe thats who you are and in turn you are moulding yourself into someone you want to be. dry subject with alot of text, but fun once you understand and break down his big flashy words.

i know, its been many hours infront of the computer and reading through goffman. this word vomit was spontaneous, and i have no intention of writing another essay till next week.

Goff night.'