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Sa Bughaw na Langit

Pagmulat ko ng aking mga mata, Natanaw ko'ng mga ulap ay wala na, Ibo'y kumakanta, lumilipad nang malaya, Kay ganda ng umaga, nang kapiling ka na.

Sa bughaw na langit, tayo'y naglakad, Inararo ang mga daang pagkatingkad-tingkad, Mukha'y namamasa, namumula, naiirita na, Pero mukha mo'y patuloy akong nahahaalina.

Sa bughaw na langit, tayo's sumayaw Sa mga huni ng kalapating humihiyaw, Paa ko'y parehong kaliwa, pero ako'y napagalaw, Ang linawag sa mukha ko'y singliwanag ng araw.

Sa bughaw na langit, tayo'y naghabulan, Pilit inabot, mga ulap na nagsisilabasan. Hapong-hapo pero ang galak ay naghahari parin sa pagmamahal mong damang-dama ng aking damdamin.

Sa bughaw na langit, tayo'y napaupo, pinagala ang mga mata sa tanawing nang-aako, tiningnan kita't hinawakan mga kamay mo, napahinga ako't naisip, "Napakaswerte ko!"

Sa ilalim ng bughaw na langit, mas nakilala kita, Mas nakita ko kung gaano ako kasaya. Sa mata mong nangangalaga, ako'y payapa. Sa ilalim ng bughaw na langit, mas minahal kita.

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It Was Time

(Dedicated to the bereaved of the victims of military atrocities during the Martial Law)

The final sip from his 10-year-old Bordeaux gave Marcus the sign of his departure. For almost three hours, he had been staring at the lines that traverse his walls with overwhelming thoughts of doubts and questioning. Three long hours. Thanks for his tenth stick of cigarette, he was put back into his consciousness after he got burned by it. He sighed. He lost so much weight for the past week for having such lifestyle.

He looked at his Rolex wristwatch. It was 30 past three. The wristwatch was his wife’s present for his thirtieth birthday. He remembered how happy he was when he received her present. It was his dream watch. He kissed her back and forth, back and forth and such nostalgia brought back many memories. He smoked one more time of his cigarette and, unconsciously, tears fell down his sleepy eyes. He wiped those off and smoked the remaining of his cigarette. It was time.

He stood his feet up and then looked for his most favorite necktie. The necktie was bought for him by his wife sometime when he had a convention in California. It was a matte, maroon necktie made up of silk. He touched and smoothed his hand over the fabric. It was as smooth as before. He never had wanted to wear any necktie aside from Jojo—he named him Jojo. For him, among his collection of hundreds of expensive neckties, it was Jojo whom he loved the most. He stood in front of the mirror and carefully, he wore Jojo around his neck. And tears fell down. He wiped those off and hovered his eyes over his, they’re with his wife’s, room.

He looked for his black Kiton K-50 suit. Day by day, he forgets where his things were. No, he didn’t really know. His wife prepared his things for him. She knew where his every stuff was. He found it inside his cabinet, hung delicately. It was carefully and perfectly hung. He remembered the compliment his wife gave him when he wore the same exact suit in one of the wedding ceremonies that they both attended, “You are the handsome in black,” and felt the kiss of his loving wife. And the feeling went on and on. Another set of tears had fallen. He wiped those. He can feel nothing.

He closed his eyes. What in the world? Inhaled and exhaled a couple of times. Is this really happening? He grabbed his umbrella. It actually was his wife’s. It was raining outside. He went out of the room. All lights were off and mess was everywhere. He remembered he hadn’t went out of his room for over a week now. He hadn’t even eaten any decent food. He drowned himself of alcohol. He grilled himself with cigarette. She’s not going to like it. When she gets home with these mess, she’s not going to like it. He remembered the stare his wife makes when mess came around the house. Of all the things, mess was her greatest enemy. He picked those things up, one by one, and arranged in his wife’s desired manner. He groaned.

Before he went out, he stared at his mirror near the door. He fixed his necktie for the last and final time. “I don’t want to look miserable when she sees me,” his mind spoke. He tried to imagine how her hands felt when she fixed those. He then saw a note posted on the mirror. “Don’t forget your breakfast, see you soon, I love you!” it said. The handwriting was perfection. Every stroke was perfect. Another tear fell and a bunch of them followed. Anger grew as he walked out of the door.

He never had thought that he will be attending for his wife’s funeral a week ago. It was the worst day of his life. Every day since she was raped and brutally killed by the roaming military, he thought of killing, of revenge, or dying. He went out of that door with no assurance of getting back. It was time.

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Mamà

Mamà: Isang patak ng luha't pawis ang iyong ibinigay, Ngunit dugo at buhay ang sa iyo'y tinangay; Isang sigaw ng katarungan ang nakaukit sa iyong puso, Pinalipad lamang sa hangin ng baril ng isang palalo.   Lungkot at sakit, bumuhay sa iyon pagkamatapang, Ngunit sa puot at pait, ito'y kanilang pinaslang. Katarungan, kimkim sa utak ng sabi'y walang alam, Katarungan, nakakulong sa tiyan na kumakalam.   Sa lupang sinilangan, sa lupang pinalago, Sa lupang inalagaan, dumanak ang dugo. Bumubuhay ng taong malayo sa'yong puso, Binaril ng taong, lupang payapa ang pangako.   Sa perlas ng silangan, sa kung s'an sumisikat ang araw, Pinagkaitan ng hustisya, bala ang hinataw; Walang magawa, sinangga ang bala, Ng butong mas manipis pa sa taba ng magnanakaw.   Mamà, sa buhay na iyong binigay, Mamà, sa buhay na halos matangay, Isa kang bayani sa paglaban sa mali, Mali na ang ugat ay sa uniporme kumukubli.   Ginising mo ang katotohanang sa tao'y pinagkait; Ginising mo ang katarungang malimit makamit. Bigas hindi bala, aming iwawagayway Bigas hindi bala, amin sa inyo'y iaalay.

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Ninety’s Winds

It was during her time when I could say that life was at its optimum sight. When the clouds cried nothing but rain and the sun shed nothing but light. A touch of pure love you felt from the palms of the trees you did see. And kisses of gratitude were given by butterflies that flew free. And the chirps of birds seemed music to the ears of people who undeniably cared. And the hiss of locusts seemed nostalgic, too, you could virtually hear it everywhere.

That it was during her time when I felt loved by the dogs which barks were sign of security. And the fur of little felines which demanded love were the sure cure for people’s anxiety. Also the morning dews from the outside leaves added cooling effect that penetrated the bones. And the morning breeze that whipped past my face, woke me more effectively than alarms on phones.

It was during her time, my mom’s, when I, and I felt like a was most belonged. When the ninety’s winds meant perfect love to each and every life it prolonged.

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Grit and Grat

The clarity of the details of how you looked so perfect still chases me. I was in utmost denial of my amusement; I looked at the ceiling. I paid too much stare, but the intricacy of cuts and edges of the old, unmaintained roof floor has, since then, never been familiar. My thoughts were rushing, dazzling with false hopes and reservations. I retreated the fight that was never fought. The idea of neglect brought me so much fear and doubts. I looked away, denied the pleasing sight, and all that has remained is the thought of regret. I should have done better.

Since then, a series of mishaps happened. A spoonful of heartache was compulsively fed to my unwanting heart—a bitter-tasting nutrient. One after the other, I got so exhausted. I asked the unseen force why it can’t just serve a banquet of happiness. An unfelt pain has stung me and from then, it has been stinging me. It was like mourning in the middle of a sunny day, an erroneous smile in the midst of a celebration.  I was clueless, a bit of pathetic.

But I would love to believe that the untraversed paths obliged themselves to cross.  It was the path, as I can still clearly remember, that I hesitated to take. I blamed myself, and the supreme being, for not granting me grit to continue. But not anymore.

Thanks to the earthly fall for the bounce has catapulted me to heaven. Like a present wrapped with sumptuous love and acceptance; like the morphine to my ever-longing calvary, my heart found its peace. All thanks to a brave girl who, despite the hesitation and careful caution for her own menace, pulled the trigger to sanity. Two broken hearts trying to heal each other, despite the ambiguity of intent, has found its tranquility. In the arms of an innocent baby, I found my serenity.

I have been constantly asking myself, since the cracks to my heart were filled in with care and love, “Does love happen overnight?” But my heart, in its deep inquiry, has settled and rested in comfort. If two hearts which were separated by instance and chance has found their way back home, I believe that the connection between the two souls have never died. It is only that today we are given the full opportunity to make it bloom and flourish. And let us nourish it now. You are my grat, my gratitude.

I love you so much.

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You

You know what I really like the most about you?

I literally can just throw unimportant people out of my life and, yes, it is true. But I couldn't just see myself dumping you out because you make me shiver:

You make me feel like a vulnerable strong man whose strength is intrinsic; you make me go out in the middle of the night and beg to the moon and say, "Please make her mine;" you make me hope that the dimness the sleeping of the sun causes will be lit by your delight and aura; hope that the whispers of the trees as they sway with the breeze will tell me your inner desire of care and love; and hope that as we close our eyes as we end the day, I will wake up with you by my side the next day.

My bed does not give me guarantee that you'll stay. My pillows do not make me feel your comfort. My blanket does not hug me with ease.

Only you can give me peace and that I hope my crib will contain it.

You can go to my kitchen and cook your care with intricate proportions of sweet and spice. You can go to my bathroom and cleanse your love with aspirations and intimacy. Or you can go to my closet and stitch your words with utmost care and security.

Also, please do sit on my chair and feel my desire, my purity, my intent. Do not hesitate to comfort yourself with my affection. Do not be afraid of resting your exhausted heart with my touch.

Do not think that my chair will be broken.

Because no matter how big your problems would be, my chair would be more than willing to carry the burden with you.

Just sit on my chair and you will never be tired and alone. Make yourself comfortable. Feel every inch of my support. Because it will never come short.

Just close your eyes, breathe, and sleep; I will protect you. You will never be alone again. Not again. 

If you think that these are not true, think again. Cos these words won't come out for nothing.

You inspire me.

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Romantic Octave

The wind whispered me wit; The best note ever prayed. As the sun warms my shiv'ry feet, My dreams I kept laid. And when the winds kissed my face With love from a distant place Feeling the embrace of caring one I hope I can, she will call her man.

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Invincible

And I sailed the sea which swayed me back to sleep and sang me lullabies that free a grudge from a hateful grip. With a guaranteed insecurity from waves that eat distress and currents that mimic deity— forced sun to rise in West. It turned your wish to hope that gods indeed are true. That heart which tried to cope, with love, is now made new.

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Renegade’s Sonnet

Reminding past I have long forgotten A nightmare in a daydream The dilemma of lasting love's haven My heart's silence cries to scream Remembering pages I have long torn A page once dull but now vivid wreath Fatal memories beg to mourn Vivacious times succumb to death Reminiscing olden days we shared Catapults me to instant death My heart, in pain, is never spared To the worst, praising meth To the person, I love, our memories will sway To the person, I loved, a renegade will stay

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Let me remind you how I loved you

I loved the way you spoke to me. The moment I was in dire confusion and you spoke to me, it shed me light, and clarity, and motivation, and life. You spoke to me with intricately chosen words and beautifully stitched sentences. I admired how you delivered me your ultimately meaningful messages and your valuable advocacies. You spoke to me and I loved you. So much. Very much.

I loved the way you looked at me. I never looked at someone in the eye and saw my eerily happy self. It was beyond perfection; your stare and your flare, they were honestly too surreal. I could not forget how your eyes plead forgiveness in times when I couldn't forgive myself. You looked at me and I loved you. So much. Very much.

I loved the way you hugged me. Your touch of security was incomparable. It was when shivers coated my room and you were there to balance everything. Every single thing tasted enthusiastically flawless. Your warmth, your love, they felt home. It felt like 2012 was never gonna happen. It felt like the paradise manifested itself to me. You hugged me and I loved you. So much. Very much.

I loved the way you loved me. Your thoughtful care was unprecedented. I never felt so wanted, that wanted, until you carressed my face with your light hand. I loved how you woke me up with an optimistic outlook in life and a motivation to keep on soaring higher horizons for the future days. I loved how you made me feel precious, and kind, and real. You loved me and I loved you. So much. Very much.

I loved you when you could not love yourself. You were so preoccupied and fed up, all you had were questions, and disbelief, and doubts, and disgust. I loved you when you thought of yourself incapable. I loved you despite those because I know you are more: more than enough, more than better, and more than valuable. I loved you when you could not believe that things were happening. I loved you. So much. Very much.

And I loved you when you could not even love me back. I held onto the things that we used to talk about: of how we wanted our future to be, of how successful each of us to our respective fields should be, and of how we should take good care of each other in times of vindication and frustration. I held onto the idea that we would be creating a better nation, together, reach more communities, and help more people. I got stuck believing that the crisis we were into was just another challenge to our unbreakable love. Because I loved you. So much. Very much.

But thank you because I loved you. Those were the months when I felt nothing, but utmost happiness. It was an extremely unforgettable travel with you. And I guess, travels need to end because more and more places are yet to be uncovered and visited. And that's what I am doing right now. I am travelling. Alone.

Thank you. So much. Very much. I loved you enough. But I guess, it's time for me to love myself more.

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Untitle #1

Today, I woke up with nothing different. I opened my eyes, took my first conscious breath, and looked at the ceiling, trying to paint your calming face. I was never wrong with my strokes; I mastered every corner and deviation in your face. I used the perfect color which would rejuvenate your decency. You were, to my mind, my masterpiece. An art to which I invested my effort and love. But you know, nothing was different.

Today, I woke up with the thought of your moves. On how your finesse became a notable dance move for me. It was like watching professional dancers pouring their passion, their skill, and their perseverance to awe the audience. Except that you were doing nothing. Unconsciously, my heart beat became your music. You followed by the rhythm of my never-ending amusement of your grace. It was the best performance that I have seen to date. Except that you didn’t even try moving. But you know, nothing was different.

I tried to get up, but I felt your arms wrapping around my body. This was the same exact blanket that we used when I was mastering your perfection. It was too tight though; it was too small for us to fit, but I loved it anyway. In that way, I felt your warmth. But of course it was way too humid that time, but my ventilation tried its best to give some coolness around. I had never loved humidity like that before. But you know, nothing was different.

I smiled looking at my pillow case. Sorry, it wasn’t even a pillowcase. It was my shirt. My shirt that you wore when you needed one. I guess you should know that the once cloud-white shirt was getting dirty. I never washed them since then. Forgive me, but I just wanted to smell your savory smell. A smell of a genuine person and a clean intent. But you know, nothing was different.

Nothing is different except that I don’t have you anymore. I can no longer gaze upon your angled face, to revisit and remaster the most recent changes. I can no longer feel my amazement with your impeccability. I can no longer indulge of telling myself, “Gah, he’s mine!” I can no longer be that proud of myself for being that proud of you. I can no longer have your heart beat dance with mine. I can no longer feel the security of your cage—the only cage where I can feel my utmost freedom. To be locked in your utopic presence, I was put into complete oblivion. In your love, I forgot I was a human. You, with your simplest stare, I became someone.

But you know, nothing is different. Nothing has changed. I still love you and I will still love you with all of my little capacity. And if loving you is seeing you happy without me, I would wholeheartedly embrace the pain of emptiness and regret. My love for you is more than enough to let you go.

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Paano Nga Ba?

Paano natin masasabing, naghilom na ang mga masugat? Kung wala ng bakas ng pagkakalaglag sa isang malalim na patibong, na kung sinong mahulog ay tatawaging tanga, at kung sino'ng gumawa ay tatawang paasa? Kung ang marka ng nakaraang sugat na dulot ng isang tinatawag na pana ng pag-ibig na kung sinong matamaan ay tatawaging bobo at kung sino'ng pumana ay tatawaging p*ta? Kailan ba natin masasabing, naghilom na ang sugat, kung ang apoy ng kalungkutan ay pilit na sinusunog ang kasiyahang ni minsan hindi naghari sa taong nasasaktan? Paano makakamit ang tinatawag na kalayaan kung sa isip mo ang puso ko ay nakagapos at ito'y iyo lang pinaglalaruan? Masakit din minsan tumira sa kawalan, kasama ng taong walang pakialam; na mas gugustuhin mo pang ibaon ang sarili mo sa ilalim ng anim na talampakang lupang ni hindi na mapakinabangan. Nakakapagod din minsang unawain ang sikat ng araw bilang bagong simula, kung araw-araw, ito'y tinatakpan ng ulap na ang tanging ginagawa ay manira ng pag-asang bihira lang makuha. Pag-ibig bang maituturing ang pagmamahal? Kasi ang pag-ibig kong ito'y isang basura, itinapon mo na nga, kaso daantaon pa bago mawala. Pag-ibig bang maituturing ang pagkapako ng aking paningin, sa isang nakakabagbag damdamin’t nakakasakit na tanawin? Na ang pag-ibig mo ay parang ulan sa disyerto, minsan na nga lang dumating, panandalian lamang ‘to. At na'ng pag-ibig mo'y parang isang pook pasyalan na pupuntahan mo lang kung ikaw ay nangungulila sa kagandahan ng larong puso ang nakataya. Masakit ang pag-ibig na parang basong pinakamamahal’t pinakaingat-ingatan mo. Basong kung mabuka sa sobrang pagalaga, ay siya pa'ng sa'yo ang makakasira. Paano nga ba natin malalaman na ang pag-ibig ay pagmamahalan kung sa sobra mong kasikatan ako'y napag-iwanan sa kawalan kinakain ng kadiliman, nilalamig sa gitna ng kapighatian? Paano nga ba? ‪

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Fin, You Win

Random words racing fastly, manipulating my mind, volunteering to be written. Thoughts rush like rains compulsively pouring. I have nowhere to run.

To the person who subconsciously broke my ever-hoping heart:

I hate to have ever loved your consistent ignorance consistently; for ever praising your obvious flaws undeniably. That everytime you feed me your precious flowers of conditional love, my full stomach is being filled with butterflies from above. That everytime you shower me with overwhelming care, I leave my heart to you, you then leave it nowhere.

I hate to have ever granted your wish of trust; for ever giving you the love, or I know is just lust. That everytime you show me what the world has to offer, you let me play with the waves that engulf the water. That everytime I award you the benefit of the doubt, you lead me to a place of unfamiliar route.

I was sorry for myself, for making myself sorry; for letting you manipulate my life, you said nothing is to worry. That everytime I cry the pain that eats me, you shout me the words that heal me completely. That everytime I look at myself in the mirror, you hug me from behind, you give me color.

It’s clear from the start, but I chose to cover. Haven’t you wondered why I didn’t wonder? But I was blinded with the love that I believed was true, huh, it was just a game, and I fell, did you? I have said you words, I have gave you love, I can’t give you more, that’s all I have.

It’s a mandatory letter, I have to surrender.

Fin, you win.

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Sana

Ubos na. Tapos na. Wala na. Sa t’wing napapalipad ang imahinasyon ko sa lugar kung saan ako sumasaya, pinipigilan ako ng emosyon kong nagsasabing ubos na, tapos na, wala na. Sa t’wing yumayakap ako sa unang atin dating pinagsaluhan, ay namumuo ang mga luhang nagpapaalala sa aking ubos na, tapos na, wala na. Nakakapanibagong ikaw ang tanging laman ng puso kong umaasa subalit ang mga sugat ng kahapon ang nagpapakitang ubos na, tapos na, wala na. Saan pa ako kukuha, kung ubos na; paano ako makakasimula kung tapos na; paano ko pa maibabalik kung wala na? Sana ikaw ang katabing pupunas sa aking mga mata. Sana ikaw aakay sakin’t magpapatahan at sasabihing tama na. Sana marinig ko sa’yong muli ang mga katagang mahal kita. Pero ubos na, tapos na, wala na. Hindi ‘to pag-asa pero sana; pero sana wala na talaga.

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Laro

Pikit, kibit-balikat kong nilaro, Isang luha ang tinaya. Sa sarili ko’y nagtago,   T’dugo ko ang pinusta.

Tila mata ko’y nalanta, Nang masilayan ang pawis. Sa pilik ko’y kinamusta, Pighati ay nagmalabis.

Sa sayang pinaraya, Inalipusta aking puso. Pilit ko mang kinakaya, Katawan ko’y namumugto.

Pagwagi’y sinasalba, Ng ngiting namumuti. Labing tumatawa, Kasunod ng hikbi.

Tulang puro sakit, Puro poot at panaghoy, Larong napakapait, Kasing init ng apoy.

Sa larong pagmamalabis, sa larong pagtitiis, Patak ng luha sa sugat ay napakatamis. Sa araw na sumisikat nang walang mintis, Luhang iyo ang sa'yo'y papanis.

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Undying Love

Revival of dead love; fixing an unmeant hate. Letting to be solved the hearts who wait. Spilling potions of regret, of dust, and of faith. Ditching around the form, running away from fate. Love, an undying love, did you ever die? For all I know you did, or did I ever lie? Stitches of the past, to heal I try, but having it gone, I don’t know why. Love, the undying love, how often should I cry? For keeps, I kept your soul, the move I hate to try.

Love, my undying love, how long should I wait? For the road is long and please come home before it’s too late.

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Under the Sleeves of Climate Change

What is the most significant change that you've seen in the world in the last ten years? Answer, climate change. Climate change, according to the National Aeronautics and Space Association (NASA), “encompasses global warming, but refers to the broader range of changes that include rising sea levels, shrinking mountain glaciers, accelerating ice melt in Greenland, Antarctica and the Arctic, and shifts in flower/plant blooming times.” It has greatly played a great role to the lives of every living form. Some have perished, but some have adapted and eventually survived. The adaptation of diverse organisms to changes has also been challenged by stronger and harsher natural disasters and phenomena. These and other effects are widely known and understood, but what lies under the sleeves of the so called climate change? What significant changes did our climate undergo? For the past ten years, there are changes to Earth’s CO2 level in the atmosphere. Carbon dioxide is a naturally-occurring gas that is present in the atmosphere and is capable of absorbing infrared radiation, thereby trapping and holding heat in the atmosphere. But due to human activities such as deforestation, burning fossil fuels, as well as natural processes such as respiration and volcanic eruptions, excessive amount of this greenhouse gas has been emitted into the atmosphere, thence trapping more heat. In 2006, the carbon dioxide level in Earth’s atmosphere has reached 381.2 parts per million and even reached a whopping 405.25 ppm in 2016. It is believed that the carbon dioxide levels in the air are at their highest in 650,000 years. For the past ten years, significant changes to Earth’s temperature have been recorded. These temperature changes have been directly attributed to global warming and its evidences such as the rise of the sea level, warming oceans, shrinking ice sheets, extreme natural disasters, and ocean acidification. In 2006, there was an increase of 0.61°C in combined land and ocean annual temperature and recently, in 2016, it rose to up to 0.94°C. It is the record high global temperature increase since the year 1880. For the past ten years, a dramatic decrease in Arctic sea ice has been recorded. Arctic sea ice keeps the polar regions of the planet cool and helps moderate global temperature. Its bright surface helps reflect 80% of the sunlight that reaches the earth back into space. But with diminishing Arctic sea ice area, the sunlight that reaches the earth cannot be reflected back, rather, be absorbed by the ocean, thus heating the oceans up.  In 2006, the Arctic covers the area of 5.91 million square kilometers and dropped to 4.72 million square kilometers in 2016 with lowest satellite record drop in 2012 to 3.62 million square kilometers. Scientists say that there is 13.3% decrease in Arctic sea ice area per decade. For the past ten years, land ice sheets in both Antarctica and Greenland are losing mass, with 134 gigatonnes and 287 gigatonnes loss of ice per year, respectively. Unlike sea ice, the land ice has great impact to rising sea levels for the former is already floating in the ocean with volume added to the total volume of the ocean. It is important to note that the world’s glaciers store the 75% of total fresh water reserve. In Greenland alone, ice loss has doubled between 1996 and 2005. In 2006, 673.9 Gt of ice has been lost from both Antarctica and Greenland, and in 2016, it is estimated that 2,783.9 Gt has melted into water. Such melting is a major factor for sea level rise. For the past ten years, the sea level has risen with unprecedented rate. Sea level rise is caused by two factors related to global warming: the added water from melting land ice and expansion of sea waters as it warms. With current increase in temperature of 1°C, scientists expect, if humanity continues producing carbon emissions at its current rate, a 4°C rise. This temperature is enough to melt land ice and expand sea water which would later translate to increasing sea level. The increase is also enough to submerge world renowned cities such as Shanghai, Jakarta, Tokyo, New York City, Hong Kong, and Miami to name a few by the end of the 21st century. In 2006, there was a maximum increase of 3.4 millimeters, but in 2016, it reached to a maximum of 88.6 millimeters. The domino effect that started from excessive emission of greenhouse gas to the increase of sea level has brought extreme natural phenomena, such as typhoon, drought, ocean acidification, and, indirectly, species extinction. Even though global warming is naturally a part of the earth cycle, human interventions such as cutting down trees, burning of the fossil fuels, combined with other natural processes, fuel the hastening of the cycle. In the year 2100, scientists foresee a great change to Earth’s climate as extremes are expected if the humanity continues to maintain the trend that is now happening.  But in this world going gaga about the bad effects of the climate changes lies under its sleeves the simple fact that it’s not too late.