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President Ferdinand R. Marcos Jr. has issued Proclamation No. 665, moving the observance of the Ninoy Aquino Day from August 21, 2024, Wednesday, to August 23, 2024, Friday, to promote domestic tourism in the country.

My favorite quote: “Politics is a strong and slow boring of hard boards. It takes both passion and perspective. Certainly all historical experience confirms the truth that man would not have attained the possible unless time and again he had reached out for the impossible. But to do that a man must be a leader, and not only a leader but a hero as well, in a very sober sense of the word […]. Only he has the calling for politics who is sure that he shall not crumble when the world from his point of view is too stupid or too base for what he wants to offer. Only he who in the face of all this can say 'In spite of all!' has the calling for politics.” 
(Max Weber- Politics as a vocation)

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Short story: A Cup of Lemonade

The sun hung high in the sky, blazing with a relentless intensity that seemed to melt the air itself. The once-lush grass in the small town had turned brittle and brown, crunching underfoot as if protesting the heat. Cicadas droned lazily from the trees, their persistent buzz blending with the distant hum of a lawnmower. It was the kind of day that made the world feel like it was holding its breath, waiting for the cooling balm of dusk.

Inside the little blue house at the end of Maple Street, ten-year-old Lily was feeling every bit as wilted as the flowers in her mother’s garden. She slumped on the couch, the back of her head resting on the cool leather, her chest rising and falling slowly in the sticky air. A small oscillating fan in the corner was doing its best, but all it could manage was to push the hot air from one side of the room to the other.

“Lily, why don’t you go outside and play?” called her mother from the kitchen, her voice floating through the doorway, along with the faint scent of something sweet and lemony.

Lily groaned. The idea of stepping outside into the suffocating heat seemed unbearable. “It’s too hot, Mom,” she called back, her voice muffled by the cushion she had pulled over her face.

There was a clink of ice against glass, and a moment later, her mother appeared in the doorway, holding two tall glasses of lemonade. Beads of condensation raced each other down the sides of the glasses, and Lily’s mouth watered at the sight. “Maybe this will help,” her mother said with a smile, offering her a glass.

Lily sat up, accepting the drink gratefully. The first sip was like heaven—cool, tart, and just the right amount of sweet. She could feel it waking up her senses, her limbs feeling less heavy, her mind clearing. She looked at her mother, who was now sipping her own glass, eyes closed in contentment. “Thanks, Mom,” she murmured.

Her mother sat down beside her on the couch, smoothing back a few strands of Lily’s sweat-dampened hair. “You know,” she began, “when I was your age, I would spend days like this with your grandma on her porch. We’d sit in the shade, drinking lemonade just like this, and tell stories.”

Lily looked at her mom with curiosity. “What kind of stories?”

“Oh, all kinds,” her mother replied, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. “She would tell me about when she was a little girl, about the adventures she had on her uncle’s farm. And I would tell her stories about the games I played with my friends, and the books I was reading.”

Lily sipped her lemonade, the idea of telling stories appealing to her. “Did Grandma ever tell you any secrets?”

Her mother laughed softly. “She did. But only after I shared one of mine.”

Lily giggled, imagining the two of them exchanging secrets like treasure. “Maybe we could do that,” she suggested shyly. “Tell stories, I mean.”

Her mother’s eyes sparkled. “I’d like that very much.”

They settled back on the couch, the lemonade cool in their hands, and Lily began to tell her mother about the story she was writing—a tale about a brave girl who lived in a magical forest. The heat outside seemed to fade into the background as they talked, their words filling the room with a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.

Hours passed, the shadows lengthening as the sun began its slow descent. By the time they had finished their second glass of lemonade, the air outside had cooled just enough to be bearable. Lily’s mother stood and stretched. “How about we go sit on the porch, just like I used to with Grandma?”

Lily nodded eagerly. They stepped outside, the evening breeze a welcome relief on their skin. The porch swing creaked softly as they sat down together, side by side. The street was quiet, the heat of the day giving way to a peaceful, golden calm.

As they rocked gently, Lily looked up at her mother. “I’m glad we stayed inside today,” she said. “But I’m also glad we came out now.”

Her mother smiled, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

They sat there as the sun dipped below the horizon, sharing stories, sipping the last of their lemonade, and letting the coolness of the evening wrap around them like a comforting blanket. The heat of the day was already becoming a distant memory, replaced by the warmth of their time together.

Endless wisdom of Goddess

In the whispers of the wind and the depths of the sea,
Resides the endless wisdom of the Goddess, wild and free.
In every leaf that rustles and every bird that sings,
Her ancient knowledge echoes through all living things.

In the cycles of the moon, her presence is felt,
Guiding us through darkness, where mysteries dwelt.
In the ebb and flow of tides, she teaches us to trust,
In the rhythm of life, where she resides, august.

She is the keeper of secrets, the guardian of the night,
Her wisdom shining bright in the stars' gentle light.
In the silence of the forest and the vastness of the sky,
Her wisdom whispers softly, never asking why.

She holds the keys to the universe, in her hands,
Guiding us through the unknown, across distant lands.
In her boundless love, we find solace and peace,
In the endless wisdom of the Goddess, never to cease.

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