Blame it on the Moon

The moon outside is a sight. It is full and round but hazy (a new moon on tuesday?) just like my googly eyes.

I could've felt that there was something brewing in the heavens. But it took time to finally surface, at least in my speck of the galaxy. Ambagal ng reaction ko. I mean, in a month's time, my uncle died; our plane ride to my uncle's province got cancelled; I agonized over my elementary 3 japanese midterms (I passed!-- barely); my sister fell down our stairs and broke her ankle really bad; almost opened an exhibition with some of the pieces missing --- personally picked the cargo at the pier and installed them 2 hours before opening; negotiated with t'boli dancers; and then opened another show a couple of days after.

Barely enough time to breathe. I am still catching my breath. I would think I wouldn't have the time to do other things. But since my last post, I joined the village church choir and even indulged in some aimless text flirting.

All the other stuff I can handle, except the annoying, niggling, teasing on the other line --- nothing can come out of this. Give me all the other stuff except this wrenching longing. How other people can bear this long-distance, new technology communication hoo-ha, I have no idea.

In public, I smile, but in private, I sigh and I gasp for air. Farking pathetic. Exactly the word that spilled out of my head and on to my texting fingers. P-a-t-h-e-t-i-c.

So, sige na nga. Kasalanan na ng buwan. Bwakanang buwan yan.