Blood Moon Freak

August is always dull, there is always nothing much to write about. I remember I even tried starting this blog on an august three years ago but it was probably always the same dull august that I just had to wait til september. At least something had to happen last tuesday night, there was this lunar eclipse where the moon was supposed turn red just after sunset, but it wasn’t a spectacular sight to miss anyway because the moon turns red quite often.

There are still people who are amused by a lunar eclipse, especially the primordial folks of this country because they love entertaining themselves with their own stories of the blood moon, and with some of their imaginary friends turning up the red light on the moon, everything unusual is happening around. I knew there were ridiculous stories out there so tried to go and ask some people for fun and perhaps what folks agreed so much with was that the blood moon can make mutations to babies if their mothers stared at the blood moon during their pregnancy. It didn’t make sense but they still bought that crap because they knew at least somebody pregnant who saw a blood moon and later had a freak for a kid, like this boy they kept telling me they knew that was born with just one ear because of the blood moon.

Anyway, it was raining hard monday night and tuesday it did stop raining but still there were a lot of clouds after sunset that you just had to forget about the blood moon thing, though you knew in your head that the moon is red behind those clouds. And last bloody moon tuesday night I was stopping by some grocery for peanuts on the way home after work and I couldn’t help staring up at the sky again and again if the clouds have cleared, the only thing red I could have seen was from bumping my head from not looking straight. I don’t know why I even tried buying peanuts in the first place, maybe I made that one up so I could walk home longer and keep an eye at the moon while pretending to be walking. It was cloudy anyway but at least the birthrate of freaks will probably drop.

Gang Aft Aglay

I thought it would take some goddam miracle to get me to stop from drinking too much, but it must have been something less of a miracle because I have been cutting short my drinking habit for quite a while already, and I’m pretty much happy about it.

Anyway I had to take a flight back home this morning from manila and I had to be up somewhere before six today, it was going to be rather early so I went back to my hotel around nine last night, I passed by seven eleven to get some chips or anything to eat because I was going to hole myself in my room for the rest of the night and it was a sunday and there was probably something good on cable TV over the weekend. I was thinking of passing without beers in seven eleven anymore, but I still ended up buying three bottles because they had this coor’s light beer which I only used to see in those american magazines like popular mechanics when I was a kid. I wanted to try it anyway and besides it would always taste good over some good movie, and hell something good was showing on cable TV back at my room that I got to finish all three bottles before the movie was done that I just had to go buy another bottle from the hotel bar to finish the movie off.

I did get to wake up before six today and I made it to the airport quite early, I had my bag half empty and there was not much cars on the road because the weather was not so good in manila, but I did have my jacket and pocket umbrella with me though. I didn’t use my umbrella that much, it was quite small and the ribs folded a lot that it was too much of a trouble trying to open and close it for the rain, besides I had my jacket and I could even sleep on it the airport because of staying up late over cable TV last night. I also met my parents at the airport, they were just going to drop by manila for the morning and head for hong kong later, they didn’t have an umbrella or anything for the heavy rain so I just gave them my pocket umbrella because I wasn’t using it anyway.

The weather was a lot better here back home but I blew up the roof when I got to my room though, I was going to pick some new shirt to wear for the rest of the day from my closet and some goddam mouse had been gnawing on my clothes over the weekend when I was not around, probably to make himself a home or something, and most of those it gnawed with are my most expensive clothes I left here at home. Just because there’s this animated movie in the big screens right now about some ambitious mouse who had his big break at cooking doesn’t mean these mice can trash around my clothes anytime they want and later put on a show that they’re good in cooking, let them french eat their mouse cuisine like in the movies because they’re stupid anyway.

I had this shirt which costed some grands that I bought some years back, it was quite expensive and that goddam mouse made one hole on the shirt right where my liver should be, the shirt was old anyway. I used to think something expensive can make somebody look good but hell buy an idiot some expensive suit or some doctor’s robe and they’re still an idiot underneath it.

Tales from the Decabiography

9 I have a lot of caps

I couldn’t help but notice ariel’s receding hairline and I couldn’t help too but ask him about how it happens, he would pass out the subject by telling me its all because he liked wearing this cap I gave to him for his birthday. It scared the hell out of me because I used to have a lot of caps and I had this habit of wearing caps a lot and I didn’t know wearing caps for so long can get you bald.

I wore caps a lot before because I have a very stubborn set of hair that always looks like a mess and everyday is a bad hair day and only caps can hold them down in place, I tried using hair paste before but it doesn’t work and its goddam annoying like your head feels heavier and hair paste doesn’t last long on my head too, it melts down to my face getting my forehead all shinning and sticky like I had some slug hiding up there. It does make me wonder how other people can use hair paste on their hair and shape it like mohawks, don kings or into sharp thorns that I swear it could get lizards killed if they fall unto these kinds of hairstyles from the ceiling, they're probably hiding their horns under these hairstyles too.

I quit wearing caps for quite a while already even before this urban myth of caps and baldness because I had my hair mowed down to some short stumps, its much easier this way though, I can save myself time from fixing it after getting out of bed or from the rain or just anywhere. Im much worried sometimes on the mirror that I overdid wearing caps and that my own hairline is receding, maybe that’s why them turban wearing people have long beards because their hairs had to grow on the other end of their heads because of being covered from above.

Anyway what people tell me that what I should worry about my hair is that Im growing a lot of grey hair, and most of these grey hairs cluster in a small patch right above my forehead, yet it doesn't make me look older, it looks like I dyed it on purpose. You can’t get to see it these days because my hair is extremely short but when it starts to grow longer, people notice it a lot and they say its kind of strange too that it only grows above my forehead, though you could spot some vagrant grey hairs across my head. I think maybe because that spot on my head is right where that part of the brain that stores depression, and maybe because of the depression glands below it that hair on that part of my head turns white.