Most of the people I’ve known hate Mondays.
The first day of the week. The worst day of the week. When those weekends are just hanging around the corner. Monday is always there to haunt us. Waving back at us with a clown face.
Teasing and giving us hard times as usual.

But for me, it became an eventful kind of day.
Funny thing is, it was also a Monday when all these things starts to transmute.
When I met Her; It is all because of Her.

It is all because of Her.
It gave me a chance; it grants me freedom.
To get a fresh start.
To make a difference.
It feels that it is something I can earn.
To lead, to inspire.
To be grateful about every thing; everything.

It is all because of Her.
I slowly began to love Mondays.
Learned to understand Mondays.
To be more patient on Mondays
To get excited when it’s approaching.
It is all because of Her.

It is all because of Her.
My Monday in simplest form.
My morning sickness, my morning coffee.
My alarm clock, my constant reminder
The first thought that pops out on my mind.

It is all because of Her.
I learned to love Mondays.
It made me feel like holidays.
Those alluring smile packed as my energy booster
Her as my morning view.
The first thing I see when I wake up and the first thing I see in my dreams.
The sleeping sound of an innocent angel.
The warmth that embraces me through the cold breeze.

When I am lost,
defeated, conquered, yielded.

She became my foundation,
championship, homeland, fortification.


I am definitely awed on the idea of falling in love with Monday—because of Her.
She taught me to survive, to live, to believe.
To fight again, to explore again.
A gain; Again.

nakaipit sa pagitan ng trapiko
na para bang walang dulo
siksikan sa mga sasakyang nasa kalye
pagod, init, at usok
pero 'pag nabasa ko ang mensahe
na mula sa’yo
pakiramdam ko nakauwi na 'ko

sa dinami-rami ng kantang inawit at pinakinggan,
sa mga kwentong inilahad at i-sinalaysay,
mga prinsipyong pinang-hawakan at natutuhan,
sa dinami-rami ng mga naging paborito ko,

gasgas man sabihin ngunit—

mahal,
ikaw lamang ang pinakatumatak na paksa sa dinami-rami.

mas pinili ko na lisanin ka kaysa manatili

dahil sinta, pinagkait mo sa’kin ang pagkakataong mahalin tayong dalawa ng sabay.

here i am again,
a blank sheet of paper in front of me
a pen in my right hand
and a glass of whisky on the other,
i’m wondering how could my words ever do justice to you?

the warmth,
the kindness,
the moans,
the sighs,
the tantrums,
the grace on those pains,
the groove when you dance,
the lilt in your laugh,
the vestiges of nights we spent,

and i asked myself
what i’ll have left to write
when my love for you bleeds all my words out of me.

parang sigarilyo.
upos na.
ubos na.

i am beginning to forget you and forgetting something you loved with all your life is such a terrifying idea.