DESIDERATA MAX EHRMANN

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

PEACE NOT WAR PATRICIA LITHUANIAN

Boom! Blood Flesh Struggle and Fear
surrounding in the Atmosphere
If one is sulky
one is scorned
if one is not a noble
one is a peasant
there are drugs, abuses, hex and injustice
and the only thing that rules the earth is immorality
Shhhhhh! silence!
for the end may come
voices are not made to speak the truth
but to shout
and scream
eyes are not made to see the reality
but to hide the fact
and cry and weep
and the hands are not made to reach out
but to fight instead
this is not yet over
this is chaos
this is what we call war
It was a day of in famine last
September 11 2001
when an airplane crash its way into human life
the united states of Americas
world trade center
shattered boom!
tranquility and harmony was lost
roaming outside boom!
there lives were gone in just a blink of an eye
mothers died
fathers vanished
and brothers suffered
living no more but distress
and pieces of mind and soul
guess what the cause is?
TERRORISM! brought by the power of this indispicable greed
this is the beginning of the 3 world war
or this is the feature prophecy of Nostradamus
God forbid dough in this world
where everyone is divided by one
that separate is and west threw religion
and all living creatures that exist
comes from only one creator TERRORISM
bloodshed, showering of bullets, bombs and missiles, biochemical weapons and DEATH!

The Story of why many human beings who were victimize and sought for moral righteousness
TERRORISM
start walking on ice where being die in a shivering cold and lose their lives get out of my life!
i was there! x3 and shout!
will there be an end?? end x5
look and you will see war
flesh and rage hunting in the street of US,UK, Afghanistan, and now IRAQ
Listen! And you will hear a cry of the trouble of our fate
so now! Eliminate all your senses
talk and you will not be heard
for your rights are separate from the other turf!
behold for the riches of life were broken
because we are dreamers!
Stop! this of hatred, hatred and hatred!
you who did cause for the voice the youth
youth who had the right to behold for the unity
and progress for the future year
its time to wake up! its time to do something, and the clock is ticking
and the time will be over and then
10 Selfishness
9 Arrogance
8 Hate
7 Injustice
6 Pride
5 War
4 Kindness
3 Respect
2 Love
and at last
1 Peace
It is peace and wisdom we want
like a steel pad that serve us on its step
leaving on its promise land
may that be all?
it needs to embrace the true virtue of peace. love
solider may march towards the war
guns may kill millions of men
homes may be shattered
and lives may be called in danger
But one thing is for sure!
this is not the end
there is hope
we, the youth lays here and wakes up in the advent of war process
save our future, join hands together
for what we want is peace not war.

THE ANATOMY OF A FILIPINO - PROF. FELIX BAUTISTA

I like to think that I am a Filipino, that I am as Good, a Filipino as Anyone.
My heart thrills, when, I Hear, the National anthem, being played.
And my Blood Rises, when, I see our flag, Fluttering in the breeze.
And Yet, I find myself asking, How Filipino Am I, Really?
My First Name is American.
My Last Name Is Chinese.
When I am with Girlfriends or more correctly, when, I am with my Friends, who happen to be
girls
- I talk to them in English.
If they are thirsty, I buy them, a Bottle of American coke.
If they are hungry, I treat them, to an Italian Pizza pie.
And when, I have the money, I give them a real Chinese Lauriat.
Considering all these, considering my taste, for many things foreign, what right do I have, to call
myself, a Filipino?
Should I not call myself, a culture orphan? The illegitimate child of many races?
Rightly or wrongly, whether we like it or not, we are the end products, of our history, fortunately
or unfortunately, our history is a co-mingling, of polyglot influences.
Malayan and Chinese.
Spanish and British.
American and Japanese.
This is historic fact, we cannot ignore, a cultural reality we cannot escape, form to believe
otherwise is to indulge in fantasy.
I must confess, I am an extremely confused, and Bewildered young man. Wherever I am,

whatever I may be doing, I am Bombarded, on all sides, by people who want, me to search for
my national identity.
Tell me the Language I speak should be replaced, by Filipino; they urge me to do away with
things foreign to act and think, and buy Filipino.
Even in art, I am getting bothered and Bewildered.
The Writer should use Filipino, as his medium, the nationalists cry.
The Painter should use his genius, in portraying themes purely Filipino, they demand.
The Composer should exploit, endless Possibilities, of the haunting kundiman, they insist.
All these sound wonderful. But Rizal used Spanish, when he wrote, Noli and Fili.
Was he less of a nationalist, because of it? Must the artist, to be truly Filipino, paint with the
juice of the duhat?
And must he draw picture of topless Muslim women or Igorot warriors in G-String?
And if the composer, desert, the kundiman, and he writes song faithful to the spirit of the Youths
of today, does he become Unfilipino? We are what we are today, because of our History.
In our veins, pulses blood with traces of Chinese and Spanish and American, but It does not stop,
being a Filipino, because of these.
Out culture, is tinges with foreign, influences, but it has become rich therely.
This mingling, in fact could speed us on the road, to national greatness, look at America, it is a
great country, and yet it is the melting pot of Italian, and German, British, and French, or Irish
and Swedish.
Filipinism, after all, is in the heart.
If that heart beats faster, because the Philippines is making progress, if it Fills, with compassion
because its
people are suffering, then it belongs to a true Filipino, and it throbs, with pride, in our past, if it
pulses with awareness, of the present , if it beats with a faith in the future, then we could ask, for
nothing, more all other things are Unimportant.
I have, an American First Name.
And I have, a Chinese Last Name.
And I am proud, very, very proud, - because Underneath these names beats A Filipino Heart