Christmas died.

Wednesday, exactly a week before this moment. I was wearing black shoes, black slacks, black polo with matching black bag to complete my funeral attire.
Why? It was the annual paskuhan at UST and I really was in no mood for the usual christmas shit that everybody panders to me.

I didn't like to go, but hell, it gave me something to write about.

Thankfully this christmas season is over and I don't have to write the rest of this damned post.