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“You’re late”

“Wha..?”

“Jeric, there is no date that you are able to come as early as the time we talked about.”

“Wait, Babe.”

“Oppzzz. Zip your mouth and don’t make any excuses again. I know what you are going to say, it’s either traffic or your mother asked you to buy something, so stop it.”

“But….”

“I said stop it, I don’t want to hear any….”

“I will explai….”

“Shut your mouth off and don’t try explaining something because I am sick and tired of hearing a lot of excuses from you.”

“Babe, I am late for just….”

“What? You call that just? Look we planned to meet at 6 and now you’re saying you are late for JUST, don’t you know what is the time now? It is already 7, you entered this restaurant at around 6:30, don’t you know?”

“MICHELLE, yes, I call that it’s JUST because, eishhh… nevermind are you not ashamed of yourself shouting here? There are a lot of people looking at you.”

“Jeric, I don’t care whatever they say to me. I am just so tired. You let me wait for almost thirty minutes.”

“What? Thirty minutes? Michelle, your watch is fake. Don’t you know what is the time now? It’s just 6:30 in the evening. I am here at exactly 6.”

“You called my watch fake? But—wait a minute. Babe, I am so sorry. I guess I was so wrong.”

“See, I told you. We can’t continue the date anymore. We wasted a lot of time because of your unending shouts.”

“Babe, I will explain.”

“Sure, go on but…next time don’t ever shout to me infront of many people. Now explain.” Bwahahaha, I am saved, she never know I had good time with my friends.

“Because I thought I’m going to be late, so I rush here, I even called a taxi just to get here early and when I am here, you’re not here. I never thought I reset my watch the time we planned this date last week. I moved it 30 minutes advance.”

Ibukalan Miners

IBUKALAN MINERS

His soles were cracked as land of long summer

Yet, the mud seems cannot defy his goal

From the scorching of the sun, he sweats his agony

Along with his carabao, travels home when the sun goes down

                

                                 Folks feel better when new moon comes   

                                 For in the morning, still soaking their palm

                                 The small green grasses planted a cube apart

                                 Building mountain, such treasure of jade

The greenish mountain turns amber and gold

After the fading of six long full moons

With the women’s sharp-bladed tools

Mining the treasure, a precious they prove

                                  Their lips painted with pink and red

                                  Eyes are gloomy in the sunny day

                                  Pounding the gold in the pestle stone

                                 Hard and thorough or pain to cure

                                Yet, again and again, diamonds they cause.

rhetorical devices

                            "To Hell"

to hell with her undying sweet smiles
to hell with her roasted legs covered by her pencil skirt
to hell with her soft, smooth and glowing skin
to hell with her crystal potioning eyes
to hell with her summoning delicious forms
to hell with her am not that kind
to hell with her stop that touch.