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Invictus Oktubre 22, 2012

Filed under: english alphabet,food for the thought,my immortal life — nixinne @ 2:01 umaga

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley :

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Annabel Lee

This is my best friends poem for speech class when we were n grade school

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe :

 

Don’t Quit

The Don’t Quit presentation is based on a famous poem which was written many years ago. The author of this poem is unknown. Sadly, in recent years a number of people have claimed ownership of the poem and some have even claimed to have written it themselves!

Here is the original poem in it’s entirety:

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

– Author unknown

http://www.thedontquitpoem.com/thePoem.htm

 

vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s

Filed under: food for the thought,my immortal life — nixinne @ 1:32 umaga
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Vengeance is Not Ours, It’s God’s

(Another winning declamation piece. It’s good to memorize and good to recite. You will really cry when you will deliver this piece in front of the audience. Find out why.)

Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?

Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.

Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippon’s discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father’s side pleading. “Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” I pulled my father’s arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.

The door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “Are you Captain Luis Santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “Yes,” said my father. “You are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.

We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating,
Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .” we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten before he died. . . . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! Everything went black. The next thing I knew I was nursing my poor invalid mother.
One day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding-dong, ding-dong!” It was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her the way to the hide-out.

Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “Boom, boom, boom, boom!” Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, “I’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “No, Oscar. Vengeance, it’s God’s,” said mother.

But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. “Vengeance is mine not the Lord’s”. “No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.

Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but vengeance is sweeter. That was five years ago, five years. . . .

Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s. . . . It’s. . . . God’s. . It’s…

 

Old Papers from Old school days Nobyembre 24, 2008

Filed under: food for the thought — nixinne @ 7:40 hapon

what is philosophy?

Dr. Grippe,

To answer your question:

No, I don’t think it is okay to engage in heinous crimes even if it is personally or societally allowed. I think, even when these people [who committed these crimes] allow themselves to reason out the “good’ of their crimes, it still doesn’t make sense. Their reasoning doesn’t make any sense, they are nonsensical. Society in ancient Rome allowed barbaric fights between prisoners for entertainment, and yet after a while, it became nonsensical. They couldn’t continue the tradition because as the people think of the reasoning behind this, if it is of any importance, if any of it is logical to pursue, they ended up knowing that everything is shallow, that there really is no logical reasoning behind it all. l

The farther I read and try to understand philosophy, it seems to me that philosophy’s main ground is not only just asking questions and just answering it. As you are trying to point out, the reasoning behind it is all too important to just give meaning or reason to a certain answer because of mere or true belief without logically analyzing each main point of reasoning. The reasoning behind the answer needs to be sound, to be believable, and it needs to give life to the question itself.

But in my case, a Filipino with a limited vocabulary, it is hard to express my reasoning on my philosophical standards because of language barrier. I am just talking about being here in United States, where English is the primary language. This poses a big threat to my line of reasoning just because I cannot fully express what I mean. Reading chapter 18 of Succio about analytical philosophy and Witgensteins’s “deconstruction of traditional philosophy” in Tractarus, it made me question what and how language affects the logical reasoning behind a philosophy. Our philosophy itself is very limited to our own experiences, beliefs and knowledge, Wittgenstein may have actually have a point regarding “philosophical problems as results of misunderstanding what language is and how it works.”

Do I think of philosophy as “illusory and linguistic?” I have yet to understand all aspects of philosophy before I can be final on my stand on philosophy but I can truly say that Wittgenstein’s made me question more of what philosophy truly is. To grasp philosophy is to grasp everything that stands for a good, logical reason.

well, at least, for the first part of our philosophy reading.

Note: All quotes are form Succio, Chapter 18, page 497

and his response…

Well said!!!

You have no barrier to understanding as far as I can see.

Dr. G

 

love letters… Setyembre 26, 2008

Filed under: english alphabet,food for the thought,for the record,tear jerker — nixinne @ 9:18 hapon

it always makes me cry…i love reading them even if it is not written for me..it alwasy seems to me that it is a reminder of undying love that is retained in a letter. Never in reality that what is said in a letter will hold forever and ever. i guess that is why i like it. it retains the purity of the mind and heart of the writer during those moments…

here are some examples of them…

Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

(Excerpt from : PS I Love You [the movie])

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i still have to write down the letter of garett to theresa on the book “message in a bottle”…that also made me cry…

 

movies that made my heart ache and my eyes filled with tears…

Filed under: english alphabet,food for the thought,my immortal life — nixinne @ 7:23 hapon

there are several of them that i love to watch over and over again…i actually made mike recite all of them last night hinting that if he doesn’t know then he might as well forget that i am alive.

he did good though and here is the list (it is not in any order)

a walk to remember

( “Our love is like the wind… I can’t see it, but I sure can feel it.” )

pretty woman

( ” got red, I got green, I got yellow… I’m out of purple, but I do have one Gold Circle coin left… the condom of champions… the one and only… nothin’ is gettin’ through this sucker. Whaddya say, hmm?:” )

50 first dates

( “The Beach Boys? How nice of that man to give me a CD that will remind me of all the wonderful times I shared with his daughter. What an asshole!” )

– pride and prejudice

( “Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth Bennet: I don’t understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you.” )

– ever after

( “Danielle: It is not fair, sire. You have found my weakness, but I have yet to learn yours.
Henry: But I should think it was quite obvious. ”

– the notebook

( “Young Noah: So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out.” )

– message in a bottle

( “Theresa Osborne: If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful. ” )

– an affair to remember

( “Terry McKay: [voice shaking, ready to cry] If you can paint I can walk- anything can happen, right?” )

– titanic

( “Jack: Listen, Rose. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old lady warm in her bed, but not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can’t feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you. And I’m thankful for that, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise. “)

– somewhere in time

( Elise McKenna: There is so much to say… I cannot find the words. Except for these: ‘I love you.’ )

– p.s. i love you

( Gerry Kennedy: Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you )

 

I was trying to understand why on earth would i like to have heartaches and tears watching these movies. as i have yet ot fully understand the complexity of the answer, at least i know that somewhere within my soul, i wanted to be a part of a love story liek what i have watched and feel their heartaches, their joy, their survival.  it seems like no matter how in love i am with my husband, the drama and uncertainty of their love affairs brings me to life. takes me out of the reality of these world, that it make me hope for more or at least think about how i can spice up my own love story…

sometimes it doesnt make any sense but that is how a tearjerker should be isnt it? supposed to be all about pouring emotions  to anything or to anybody…