taken from The Journal

where is my monday?

Oh, boy. Now what?

I thought today is Tuesday; yesterday’s naturally is a Monday. But whoa, Nellie! The GF told me today is Wednesday so yesterday was Tuesday. Then what happened to my Monday? I can’t remember. I can’t remember Monday. Hmmmnnn… think… think…

Maybe when I went to seep last Sunday night, I woke up on Tuesday morning, which means I slept thru Monday.

Or… or little green aliens from Mars abducted me last Sunday! They then replaced me with a clone, which became “me” that people saw on Monday. The aliens then returned me Tuesday morning, which explains why I can’t remember Monday.

Or a secret experiment was performed on me by a covert government agency, which steals memories from unsuspecting citizens. Maybe right now, my memory of Monday was stored somewhere in an underground laboratory together with the stolen memories of others. For what purpose? They know. Who are “they”? Just they, them, sila.

Or I simply forgot the day.

Or I’m getting old.

Or… or… or…

xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

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you

At some point, I said to myself that we Filipinos are ugly, if not butt-ugly. I even go to the extent of including the whole Malay race in that observation, the Malaysians, the Indonesians, the Thais.

I know that’s not a very politically correct thing to say but go to Quiapo, to Cubao, to Crossing in Mandaluyong and even to Makati. Observe. Although you’ll see flashes of beauty, but it’s on a ratio of 1 is to 10, di ba? On a really bad day, it’s even 1 is to 20. Though I don’t have any hard data or statistics on that, but you see my point right? Op kors, because they’re everywhere you look.

But then…

One fine day, I saw…

You.

Now, my whole grand theory burst like the Zeppelin balloon, “oh the humanity!” With just YOU as my proof, I now declare that we Filipinos are the most beautiful people on earth.

Thanks to you.