Immortalized Thoughts
Francois duke de La Rochefoucauld
“What is called liberality is often merely the vanity of giving.”
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“Men have made a virtue of moderation to limit the ambition of the great, and to console people of mediocrity for their want of fortune and of merit.”
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“If we resist our passions, it is more from their weakness than from our strength.”
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“The refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.”
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“Self-interest speaks all sorts of tongues, and plays all sorts of roles, even that of disinterestedness.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
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“Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite”
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“A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”
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“For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.”
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William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, – and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
‘Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?’
I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, ‘God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.’
“Eric” – A Tribute to you Kuya…
“Eric” – A Tribute to you Kuya…
I play a nocturne but the pain doesn’t go away…
The words are broken with so much I want to say
Every time I feel alone
I just look up in the sky and see you smiling down on me
Thoughts of you make me feel better even if I cry… even if I cry…
You are a hero and I will not mourn how you died
You are a hero and I will celebrate your life
No sweeter way to go than when you laid down your life for love
Take mine with you… See you at the crossroads… See you at the crossroads…
I want to be home with you just a little longer
To appreciate those times then I will be stronger,
Stronger as I believe in God’s will
In his time, we will surely heal…
Thoughts of you make me feel better even if I cry…
You are a hero and I watched you transcend into light…
You are a hero and I couldn’t stop you, when you gave your life…
And from every heart touched, from every life moved in one or another..
We send, we send our love…
Composers: Audrey R. Jacob, Xyldrae Diane E. Jacob, Carmela Balunso, Chezka R. Vidal, Lanelle Quirona
Photo Manipulation
Starring Face Up….
Note the the following literature succeeding ‘Face Up’ are not related to the Images that go with it. 😀 And as for the poetry, their not exactly unique bits of my soul so I don’t mind plagiarizers at this point, though they will always be pitiful. There are some typographical errors along the way and I don’t have the time to copy edit. Some images are also do not have neat finishing coz they’re mostly scribbles in a hurry. Enjoy anyway!
Face Up
Adobe Photoshop 7.0
Conquer all your deaths, face up. No matter how rotten you are by the flesh, your dignified soul will fly... People will think of you this way- Martyr. But you are not a slave of your mold. The real you is all out and untouchable. Know that as you wither, you grow... freed of soul-cage... So conquer . Live up.
Gimp Trip
My first real photo manipulation using GIMP in Ubuntu Linux -(Fiesty Fawn)
Loser
Still gimp
I feel empty without the pain of love I knew; I don't feel good enough with the better thing that's new ..Is it? I would rather not weep but feel, than shed a few shallow tears and not be tormented; I ache to be whole, not to be partly at ease.
Struck, Tripped and Fallen on Sullen Ground
Still gimp Giving UpGiving up - is nothing but a statement man would use to confuse his soul. You only succeed in giving up... When you have finally ceased to care, to love, ...even one bit, and you will not! So far beyond your doom - most undesireable, Understand why tears actually shine, ...and touch you whole, even in the dark.. They are not telling the world of your pain... but of the light that transcends from your heart..
Exchanging Creativity
I don't know what version of photoshop she used.
My friend Melody and I exchanged artworks. Here's what I got from her:
I wanna be a Plant
Haha the ancient adobe photoshop 7.0
Maybe because she's all dead.. grieving melancholy bitter... Still tears, entrapped as they shatter... Maybe because she's all gone, after some obsolete appearance.. madness in existence.. an ancient horror for remembrance.. All throughout a petrified void.. Still lost but stolen - a forlorn though she drowns in a crowd as a good earthly meal - a societal spice not one of many.... But the rare imposibility, is she? Is there even a word you can modify to closely fit her? Maybe because she's dead not vitally.... yet she suffers indescribably....
Sharp Un Witty
still gimp!
Just playin' around...
A Tale of Two Split Schizoids
the ancient 7.0
I guess that means.... 8 or more!
Female Hisoka
One of my oldest... you know what software I used.
This Inevitability!What is this raging torment that engulfs within to wither... What is this inevitability! Mus I always suffer? Ever so depriving eventhough there's nothing more of me To steal! To covet! How long this mourning?! Must I ache forever, Must I cry out these massive bursts of negativity And search for tears to define pain - human!? No, this pain is beyond human.. It unstalks death and prolongs THE SACRIFICE CALLED 'LIFE' Must I shatter more and more though I am nothing whole?! Let it end!!! Free my lungs, shut my eyes And freeze them against the burning needles of inverted tears! Clean my heart, untouch my soul... Pity me, oh torment, Leave me be...
Wrath of the Damned
This was a really good photo to begin with. The editing was more on contrast alone with the ancient ap7.0
Nothing. Just looking like Aaliyah, and complicating her death and life in me.
Yehey! I'm a konoha Ninja
MS PAINT! Kidding! Photoshop 7.0 obviously. Technique here is just to merge various filters so that the digital prints and the actual photo become one.
Yes, I'm an avid Naruto fan!
Versions
1-AdobePhotoshop CS2; 2&3-Gimp
My exchange pieces with Mark. See 'Uhaw pa sa Camel' in my links.
The Original Art Work before the one will dull scribbled red hair
Excerpts from a Conversation: I want relaxing joys... Joys that aren't achieved over tremendous pressure. I want those that come in pearce, in kindness freely given, in love.... I want joy that does not demand a price or sacrifice... I want that plain emotion from time to time....
My exchange piece with Lhoody.
GIMP
She did better with that chicmag style above
I'm tired of publishing this! To be continued!...or not!
PARADOX
I curse blindness for being the only one who saw
I curse sweetness for being bitter the most
I curse fortitude that brought me to my fall
And I curse softness that inflicted crooked stillness,
Who inflicted pestilence, fierce and massive
I curse reality for being so fake
And I curse curses for cursing back at me
To end up desolate for what I’m fed up with…
To claim victory over my own defeat…
To wake up still in perennial slumber,
Drifting off to surrealism wide awake…
To think of thinking when the mind has only emptiness
All to end up knowing that you do not know
(I omitted the last lines!)
I am the true author of this poem. Paradox was first published in Heraldo Filipino, the Official Publication of De La Salle University – Dasmarinas (DLSU-D) Palad vol.4. Credits are at the back part of the booklet where you will find my name as author to this poem and many others. To those who have plagiarized it, stop faking your poor soul or you’ll never grow!
In the link below, I have found a post titled “Paradox on a Summer” which contains half of my “Paradox” and half of another poem of mine called “Quarry” :
THE DEVIL
More proof of this authorship? Ask the Lasallians! These are are archived in the DLSU-D Library. Checkout the list of most of my published articles in My Heraldo Filipino Articles.
ONE MORE PLAGIARIZER I’VE DISCOVERED:
Valkyrja*Soul 