manic mondays

It’s just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my funday
My “I don’t have to run day”
It’s just another manic Monday

Argh! it’s Monday again and calls will start to pour any minute…I really do wish it’s Sunday just like the song says! Coz’ amongst my workdays it’s the only day where I can sleep properly in the office

one good thing about Monday is that it’s my last day of work..we just had our transition and my rest days are now Tuesday and Wednesday.

on a completely different note, what can you say about my first literary piece (my first love)? that’s my first attempt in writing fiction…hopefully, i don’t get lazy

my first love

I never thought I could ever write about this ‘coz until now it still hurts thinking about it…but, I guess time really heals all wounds…I was ten years old when I first saw him…I was passing by his house and he was looking out the window with his brown eyes…I believe they call it love at first sight… I just stared until I realized he was smiling at me… I was literally dumbstruck! he was small for his age but he’s definitely cute! with eyes that can melt you on your knees when he stares at you…sadly, he doesn’t communicate that well…probably because he was orphaned at such a young age…

from that day on we became friends although in my mind I kept thinking we’ll be together someday…i just have to find a way to save so that we can be together…i accepted any jobs that anyone will give me…walking dogs, paper delivery, etc…my hopes are really high since everything is going according to plan…

then one day, as usual i passed by his house before going home from school I didn’t immediately see him by the window…it didn’t alarm me since this has happened before…but when I went inside to check on him I was informed that he was taken away and he will be living with a different family now…I couldn’t believe it!  how can this happen? just when I thought  we can be together already! i felt numb with sorrow…I didn’t even realized that I walked home with tears flowing down my eyes… my parents became deeply concerned since I was not eating well and was always crying…but time passed and I tried to hide my sadness behind a smile because somehow a hope still flickers that will see each other again someday….

5 long years has passed since I last saw him…not a day pass by without me thinking of him then suddenly he was in front of me! I was working part time in this clinic when he was brought in by his family because he’s dying! It can’t be!  after all these years, to meet again and then be separated by death!…I prayed hard for him to get well again but alas, my prayers fell on deaf ears…he died the same day I saw him again…I was only thankful because I was holding his hand when he took his last breath and I knew he recognized me through his eyes…

ironically, I was able to completely move on after his death because at least I knew what happened to him…life really has a funny way of putting things into perspective…

by the way, you can see his picture on this link