I COULD'VE DANCED ALL NIGHT

my calve muscles are screaming for oxygen, and my stomach's screaming for food.

but none of that compares to the liberation that dance has brought upon.

none of us knew what made us head to union after fiesta...the few of us were in horrid states and we could tell that each other were feeling down.

this time, we stayed till the lights came on and the music became pop (yuck!).

most of'em who frequent union would drink and dance...but i just do the latter. it's next to impossible to find a partner who's totally alcohol-free though...

danced with a few but, once again, didn't get to dance with him.

i don't know why i'm so gutless. perhaps i'm just not in the mood.

yes yes...he's the cute nerd i had a crush on.

so anyways...we headed down with a salsa classmate called thomas.

thomas is like...the smooth operator. he's so smooth, he's got women hanging on his arm at every turn. geez...we went with him but only saw him at 20-minute intervals.

apparently, he's got a girlfriend, but she doesn't like salsa.

looking at the number of women he danced with and chatted up, he sure looks like a swinger and not someone who's attached. in fact, he left the place with two girls! and i don't know how many more were waiting for him at the exit.

dancing tonight was absolutely therapeutic, but i still hate smelling of smoke and drink everytime i step outta union.

throughout the five hours of dancing, my mind was blank...and i just followed the lead.

having everything flood back after each dance was painful, but i got some clarity after each space-out.

eddie said i have the "ice queen" persona too.

but who's afraid of ice?

REALLY?