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Dear Summer There’s no stopping you now. It’s past midnight but the heat hasn’t dissipated a bit. Don’t be too eager please. You know we can’t resist you but it’s only when we are having the time of our lives in some picture-perfect beach that we truly feel we love you. In the meantime, please tell Mr. Sun to slow down flagellating his solar flares coz it’s annoyingly uncomfortable. It has also been causing hot heads such that if you increase the temp a degree more, filipinos will turn to the streets and blame Kris for this punishment. Anyhow, you can either convince Mr Sun or shut Kris from her wailings. Michael PS. If Kris Aquino lies again, can Mr Sun put her in some oven?

Dear Summer

There’s no stopping you now. It’s past midnight but the heat hasn’t dissipated a bit. Don’t be too eager please. You know we can’t resist you but it’s only when we are having the time of our lives in some picture-perfect beach that we truly feel we love you. In the meantime, please tell Mr. Sun to slow down flagellating his solar flares coz it’s annoyingly uncomfortable. It has also been causing hot heads such that if you increase the temp a degree more, filipinos will turn to the streets and blame Kris for this punishment. Anyhow, you can either convince Mr Sun or shut Kris from her wailings.

Michael

PS. If Kris Aquino lies again, can Mr Sun put her in some oven?

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The Cycle The laugh dies down Into an awkward curve Of the lips. But things around you Continue to grow And rust And expire unnoticed. Dust gathers on your shoes and office table. Your pens run out of ink And your door knob Needs changing. We want the world to notice But we are all alone In our daily skirmishes With an insouciant world. We fear change Because we don’t want The morose mood of Goodbyes or see the Party stop. But somewhere lies the Finish line and a new lap Stretches before you In an unending cycle Of hellos and heartbreaks. Friendships and Exploding supernovas. The treacheries and fake courtesies The faces that make your World and the quiet au revoirs. I am moving on.

The Cycle

The laugh dies down
Into an awkward curve
Of the lips.
But things around you
Continue to grow
And rust
And expire unnoticed.
Dust gathers on your shoes
and office table.
Your pens run out of ink
And your door knob
Needs changing.
We want the world to notice
But we are all alone
In our daily skirmishes
With an insouciant world.
We fear change
Because we don’t want
The morose mood of
Goodbyes or see the
Party stop.
But somewhere lies the
Finish line and a new lap
Stretches before you
In an unending cycle
Of hellos and heartbreaks.
Friendships and
Exploding supernovas.
The treacheries and
fake courtesies
The faces that make your
World and the quiet au revoirs.

I am moving on.

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ARGUING ON SABAH

So i was arguing on twitter with a malaysian lady about sabah.

She had tweeted about the lease vs sale issue and how come it’s even an issue. I replied in a simple attempt to start a discussion that paying an amount til eternity is not in the nature of sale and added that sale requires a fixed price. Surely, one could not determine a fixed price when one pays forever. I added it could only mean lease. Otherwise, she would think twice if she buys a thing and is made to pay for eternity.

She responded that its ex gratia sale. I responded that it’s not even a question anymore because a High Court in Sabah had laid to rest the issue in 1939 when it said ‘pajak’ in the contract between the sultanate and Overbeck meant Lease. I told her she might wanna consult her law professor on the nature of lease vs sale.

She went bonkers and told me to stop replying and to get out from her timeline.

I responded I forgot Malaysia doesnt have free press and free expression ( at least at the same level we pinoys express ourselves). She never replied. Maybe she wasnt used to arguing because her environment does not encourage it. Too bad, even their newspaper are all propaganda as far as the Sabah human rights violations are concerned.

For the sake of argument, one must be open to expose in the open what you believe is truth. Her truth didnt stand my scrutiny, so I am inclined to believe in what i hold is truth. Had it been that she convinced me with her arguments, i would be the first to say ‘yeah, sabah is yours.’

She needs a lot of reading. I did my work. And she should try moving to the Philippines and learn argumentation and debate from taxi drivers who have all the opinions in the world.

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The Tree It stands still Contemplating How to move an inch And be noticed. It raises its hand. Still unnoticed. Because all trees Reach their hands To the sky. It grows happy green Leaves Changes clothes In its sorrow And grow bald In its rebellion. Still unnoticed. Because we know There’s a season For dressing up And care-free days. There must be sad trees Wanting to be free. Dreaming of walking Like mermaids dream Of feet. The tree stands still Unnoticed. Growing Growing And growing still Until it stops counting The bark it sheds The leaves that fall And the years that failed To notice.

The Tree

It stands still
Contemplating
How to move an inch
And be noticed.
It raises its hand.
Still unnoticed.
Because all trees
Reach their hands
To the sky.
It grows happy green
Leaves
Changes clothes
In its sorrow
And grow bald
In its rebellion.
Still unnoticed.
Because we know
There’s a season
For dressing up
And care-free days.
There must be sad trees
Wanting to be free.
Dreaming of walking
Like mermaids dream
Of feet.
The tree stands still
Unnoticed.
Growing
Growing
And growing still
Until it stops counting
The bark it sheds
The leaves that fall
And the years that failed
To notice.

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Daydreamer Sitting on a stool I zone out from my reading The words rearranging themselves As my pen writes on its own On walls inside this coffeeshop. I daydream. Aren’t we all daydreamers? I slip into a day Where worries dissipate In the sound of waves Breaking ashore. Where the noise is music That calms the being and The heart in a state of zen Like the sight of happy palm trees Dancing in the summer breeze Under the sun playing Simple lullabies on his guitar. I close my eyes From the streaks of sunlight Passing through the shade And I dream Within my dream That the daydreaming never ends.

Daydreamer

Sitting on a stool
I zone out from my reading
The words rearranging themselves
As my pen writes on its own
On walls inside this coffeeshop.
I daydream.
Aren’t we all daydreamers?
I slip into a day
Where worries dissipate
In the sound of waves
Breaking ashore.
Where the noise is music
That calms the being and
The heart in a state of zen
Like the sight of happy palm trees
Dancing in the summer breeze
Under the sun playing
Simple lullabies on his guitar.
I close my eyes
From the streaks of sunlight
Passing through the shade
And I dream
Within my dream
That the daydreaming
never ends.

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