To a GOOD LIFE

Every one deserves to a good life. This may not mean that one has to
be born with a silver spoon in his/her mouth but with the fact that one could enjoy the simple pleasures of life like playing, having healthy food to eat, good education, a family and a place to call home. Each of us might have our own description of the words in mind. Yours may be different from mine. I associate “good life” with shopping, good food, coffee and night outs. For me, these words mean being able to meet all my needs, satisfy some of my wants and enjoy a few luxuries.

Maybe most of us are living the “good life” as we define it. Unfortunately, not everybody is as lucky as you and me. While some of us don’t have to worry about tomorrow, many can’t sleep worrying how to survive the day ahead. Hundreds of children and youth like us, don’t enjoy the same luxuries. Many youths, if not wearing themselves out to earn some money, are in jail or in civic institutions because of petty crimes and engaging in illegal drug use and worse, prostitution. Children, way much younger than you and me, are already working for a living instead of playing and enjoying their childhood. Their families are no better off than them. Life for these people is a struggle--- an endless search for money, comfort, and happiness. For them, night is no different from the day. So while we drink our hearts out and party all night, they “kill” themselves just to survive!

We are not doing anything wrong and we are not doing something, either. I am not insinuating that we should put a halt to our lives or would I blame them ,their parents, or anybody for their situation. The widespread problem of poverty is crippling not only our country but other countries near and far. Yes, we’ve got company. This is an indication that poverty chooses no sect, color, or race. This is not good news ladies and gentlemen. It is true that we are not the only country facing this kind of problem. But this doesn’t change the fact that many of our fellow countrymen are suffering from it.

You might not have a vivid image of the kind of poverty this article is talking about. Picture it this way. Imagine yourself skipping a meal. Easy, right? I, too, skip meals. But imagine yourself eating only one meal for the day or not eating at all, not because you don’t want to but because there is no money to buy anything to fill your empty stomach. You could already hear it growling in protest. Or maybe having a plateful of food on the table and at the same time sharing it with twelve other people besides yourself! You felt as if it has not even reached your throat. This time, imagine yourself begging for food from strangers. If they’re kind enough to give you any, then you’re lucky. You won’t be hearing from your stomach for a while. Come to think of it. Your very existence is in the hands of complete strangers. Then you come to realize its scary! Not only that! Have you noticed those who sleep on pavements because they have nowhere to go home to? Definitely you have seen much of them. I see them often.

Get the picture now? You might ask, do these really happen in our country? Are they for real? I’'ve asked these questions myself. I tell you, nevertheless, they are true! Poverty is not new to us! We’'ve seen these things. But have we really looked and paid any attention to it or are we just too busy looking after ourselves that we haven’t noticed? You might be wondering, what’s in it for us? So what if they’re plagued with such an adversary? We don’t get to suffer with them nor it is our fault, so why bother? Then I tell you that, the world is round. Allow me to say this. Our existence in this world is transient. We just got lucky. The next time, we might not. When that time comes, its good to know that there are people ready to lend us a helping hand.

We are just very lucky to be who and where we are right now. We are so much blessed. I just hope that we would use our blessings to bless others, for these are not for ourselves alone. Blessings lose their meaning when they are not shared. These people need help! We don’t have to be someone who is very wealthy or a politician to be able to help. Help can come in our own little way! We may not be able to let them experience our own definition of the “good life”, but we might give them theirs. For every soul is entitled to it!

WAITING 4 d RIGHT TIME

PATIENCE is my virtue which I possess in these days of existing liberal ideas about love and making love. It is the thing we need the most, yet is possessed the least. A sad fact indeed that I always admire girl who has the aspiring beauty.

As years passed by, a golden name of the girl trapped the shadow of darkness in heaven that gives me strength to live life to the fullest. These golden girl asked me---why most of the guys wanted to have sex with her girlfriend? A sad fact indeed that when for us, hearing news that our classmates back in high school got pregnant is not at all a shocking story while the contrary of the situation is not at all normal.

Waiting is indeed an arduous task but why do we really have to do so especially when it comes to sex? For me, the following are the benefits and gains that one will savor upon doing so.

First and foremost, they will be able to enjoy their younger days longer. Women who have no consideration for the right time ends up getting pregnant early. The man also starts sharing the burden of raising and supporting the child. And if not, he will carry the pain of being haunted by his conscience forever! Therefore, most of the time and energy in their life will be spent on coping with all that they have done to mend the crookedness of their life cycle.

Lastly, a golden girl named FILL is my path of searching the true love. Even then I could still remember our first date that was on April 18, 2003 she told me that......"to make love at the right time, in the right place, with the right person, under the right circumstances....it is not a heavenly-like feeling of satisfaction?" And while she was saying this phrase, it made me realize and ask myself, " Isn't it desirable sensation worth to wait?" Surely, SOMEONE up there watching over us will agree with my cause especially when I'm trying my best to wait and keep the excitement for that very momentous and special instant in our lives.

The benefits of being patients about sex have been laid down. It is now up to our hands whether we wait or not. I don't know with you but my beau and I have already decided to say deal to PATIENCE because we both believe that a man and a woman should only make love when they are both united in God's eyes and of men through the sacred ceremony of marriage. So, let us WAIT 4 D right time when the right woman comes along.

MOTHER it's THE DISASTER

My dear Mother Earth, we’ve been living in your world for years. I’ve seen the movement and the growth of your kingdom. Your people are so intelligent that they made work faster thru' high technologies. They built bridges to connect each one of them to travel easier, they give us safe and comfortable trip by ship that generate on water. I know Poseidon is there to watch over; but Mother, the earthquakes and tidal waves threatened your people a devastating disaster. Your own people too have been inconsiderate to throw bombs and cyanides in the beautiful blue ocean where the sea creatures live.

Others travel by plane. It’s good to be in your atmosphere above, but mother, when your people look down from the sky, the houses below are covered with thick black smoke, coming from factories, vehicles and dusts. These are the reasons why your people get sick and acquire complicated diseases because your own people have lacked discipline; they’ve been careless for the health of their fellowmen. The chemicals in the air are killing them.

Mother, we have produced many foods, natural and processed, but half of your people are hungry and extremely starving. And oh! Don’t wonder if there are little children who have scattered on the highways and streets. Their parents sent them to ask money from people, but others must be struggling for them to live. And don’t be fooled by other beggars, they must be syndicates.

Mother, I know your heart is breaking from what I’m saying. In the pure hearts of your people, they can also feel how you’re feeling. The depth of your love measures the things they have been through and what they have now.

If all Gods and Goddesses have proved their presence and their jobs in their seats for the sake of living the manhood, for all the disasters that drowned your people in the deep sea and put your people to death under the sheets of landslides, and for all bad omens happening, the decency will always help them stand and it’s all because of you, Mother.

learning from our own mistakes

The story of my life begins with a lesson. It was April 04, 1999. I and my two other classmates were engrossed in making our project in Home Economics Subject. It was awfully hot inside a dilapidated old classroom and I could feel my whole body always perspiring inside that room and I asked my damn self,"What quality education can we get out of this shabbiest environment?"(referring to an old school)

I went out of the classroom and I saw the rest of my classmates happily playing volleyball outside under a fine sunny morning. But I could not dare indulge myself in such kind of activity and still I was thinking on how to finish our project.

I can always imagine things that is outrightly ridiculous. Some of my classmates sometimes called me "genius". But, I'm not. As I went back to our classroom, there was something in my mind---a sort of foolish, stupid thing. I thought it was just a funny thing on my part----putting big erasers, boxes of chalk, teachers lesson plans, charts, displayed flower vases, and delicate shells inside my classmates ' bags. But I did not do it all by myself. I also "asked help" from my two good classmates. We were laughing while putting all the things displayed in the classroom on my classmates' bags. Suddenly, the bell rang.

My enervated classmates went back to the classroom and our sophisticated teacher entered the class. Unfortunately, one of my classmates opened his bag right away and uttered "S!" loud enough to awaken the dead souls. He was astounded why the erasers and boxes of chalk were inside his bag and he suddenly threw it to the teacher's desk. What a bad thing! It was really disgusting and insulting for our teacher. Then, another student stood up and shouted again and again why there were charts and flower vases inside her bag. The rest of the students complained about it. Eventually, fracas happened inside the "four walls" . There I was sitting in my chair thinking as if I were innocent and remained silent.

Our teacher then shouted with ire, " What's this rumpus about!" and unexpectedly our teacher fainted. I was scared then. My whole body trembled as if struck by lightning and thunder. Afterwards, our teacher was brought to the hospital and there she was confined for several days.

When I got all the nerves, I went to the guidance office bold enough to tell the truth that it was all my mistakes. Then the guidance councilor called my parent's attention and informed them about it. It was really disgraceful. I could not imagine even for a funny thing ended up in a most complicated situation. Shame on ME!

During class hours, nobody wanted to sit beside me as if I had terrible disease as if I were a deaf-mute. There I was alone in a classroom as if I were a living dead. If i did not do it, maybe there would be no harsh punishments fro me to suffer for. If I did not do it, maybe there would be a good relationship between my teacher and me. As days passed by, these are the great lessons in my whole life and I myself ultimately admit it----at least I learn from my own mistakes.

Human as we are, are bound to commit mistakes. Nobody is perfect in this world no matter how powerful and influential you are. But there is something we can do to " limit' our sins, it is by merely observing and practicing carefulness. As for my part there are a lot of lessons that I got from that "crucial moment" but there is a lesson still fresh in my mind ---LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP.
I tell you, THE TASTE OF OUR OWN MEDICINE IS ALWAYS BETTER!