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The Most Beautiful Thing

By: Mary Kris B. Legaspi

Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes and forms. It can be the oak tree that is swaying in the wind, or it can be that little four year old girl that is running around with a bubble blower in her tiny hands. Beauty is perceived differently by everyone. Someone may see the beauty if a leaf that is blowing in the wind, while another person may not even see the beauty of that particular leaf. It is really up to the person that sees the beauty of life. There are no specifics, so there isn't any way to judge beauty.

In my everyday life, I am blessed to see beautiful things this world could offer, but identifying the most beautiful out of them is really a tough decision, isn’t it? I’m wondering on the basis on how to evaluate that most beautiful thing. A beautiful thing is not necessary to be a thing like the ones we can see, touch, or smell. It can be something like, experience, feeling or emotion. Well frankly speaking, I’m not into terms like “most” because every time I used that word sounds like too much for a thing.

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what's going to happen. It's one of the most beautiful things in life, but it's one of the most terrifying. It's worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.

This past few weeks has been a tough hell for me, with all the final exams preparation, requirements and quizzes. Remembering the feeling on that very moment, I could say that the most beautiful thing is “SLEEP”, because that’s what I’ve really needed in order to survive. As what one of my blockmate told me that in our situation, “sleep is optional”.

Another thing that I can consider the most beautiful thing that happened to me is that, my favorite K-pop boy group SEVENTEEN got their not just first but also second win in music shows. It’s beautiful because, their success is our victory as a fan and seeing all their efforts practicing and performing just to pay us back, it’s really amazing. In line with this, they are planning an Asian Tour this August 2016 and Philippines is one of the countries they are going to visit, so as an avid fan, I really want to attend that fanmeet (cross finger). Being able to attend on that fanmeet means a lot to me and probable the most beautiful thing that might happen in my social life.

To sum up everything, for me the most beautiful thing is something like being alive up until now despite of all the challenges you are facing, being able to give a genuine smile even though you are breaking inside. There are so many beautiful things in this world; it is just a matter of how you see it and how you give meaning to it. It’s not necessary to be physically beautiful as long as it gives you happiness well for me you can consider it beautiful already like memories, bad or good they are beautiful because it molds you to a new and stronger version of yourself. Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places were other people see nothing. It might sound cliché but I do believe in the saying that goes like this, “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched- they must be felt by the heart” by Helen Keller.

#TheMostBeautifulThing Trip2________ IWANT2SLEEP

I will definitely miss this drama. Huhuhuhuhu!!!! The End is coming.

Yona-sama together with her “The Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch” squad.

Akatsuki no Yona ( The Girl Standing in the Blush of Dawn)

#AkatsukinoYona #hungrybunch #anime #whitedragon #bluedragon #greendragon #yellowdragon #Hak #Yoon

A single damage can not hide the true beauty of anything.

#descendantsofthesun #beautiful #shipwreck # oceanblue

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Magical Harry Potter Nail Art Ideas At A Flick Of Your Fingertips

Talent comes in many shapes, sizes and is expressed in uncountable mediums, similar to the enchanting Harry Potter series that has inspired fans and artists alike. We have featured some of the best Harry Potter nail art, and with due caution, proceed carefully - some of the work featured here are no amateur nail paintings. They all display highly detailed, intricate, colorful nail art creative enough to be exhibited in fine art galleries.

The work of undoubtedly artistic Potterheads, they have turned nail polish into nail potions which transform the average cuticle into canvases of elaborate Harry Potter artwork, painted with themes of characters, House colors, spells, iconic symbols and countless other inspirations. These fancy Harry Potter centred manicures are the work of talented people who have a touch of sorcery in their hands, figuratively and literally.

h/t: boredpanda

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I want to have one!!!!!!!

Assignment #2.

I believe in the stars at night The one that witnessed sins at sight I believe that every struggle comes with a gift But only for those who stayed humble and didn't shift.

I believe in the words the walls screaming to say Lost chapters, untold stories covered in shades of gray I believe that every smile Hold motives waiting in the isle I believe things are more than it seem Secrets skillfully hidden in the light of dim.

I believe in the honesty of tears The way they resound our fears Intense fears that are put behind bars That made the heart cocooned in scars.

I believe in the shadow on the hills Sketched the trees and the daffodils Swayed in breeze and weather chills With subtle wind that somehow heals.

I believe that every broken heart Tied to a bucket loads of hurt Dependent in a strand of sanity Making us think with no clarity.

I believe in Psyche & Cupid The foundation y lovers act stupid Making simple things so complicated Ending up labeled as demented.

I believe that love is sometimes dangerous Sometimes impulsive, sometimes treacherous It can make us fine Can sometimes make us out of mind.

I believe the sincerity of wounded souls Seeking comfort in the corners of empty halls Waiting for their feelings come into rust Painfully disappearing, leaving them in a dust.

I believe that everything connects to everything How happenings are meant for something Unusual and horrible outcomes letting us understand That sometimes things slip out of hand.

I believe some love is not meant to last One second making us gay and leaving us broken in a blast I believe some things must stay in the past For us to move forward pretty fast May not happen in a blink of an eye But with enough courage and determination we can try.

I believe that Time needs time To change plans and make things fine I believe things fall to their respective places Giving happiness, filling empty spaces Be afraid not if things start to unfold For these are just bends in the road Don't be sad when things gone bad These are but trials & you better be glad.

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Why do we need a lover when we have so much people around to love us? A wise man answered: "Air is everywhere but still, we need a fan to feel it better"

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Love is when a man wipes your tears even after you left HIM hanging on the cross

Dear Kris Diary

Happy endings doesn't always happen with the person you love at the beginning. It usually happens with that someone you will love at the very end. That's why it is called, happy ending.

Dear Kris Diary

No matter how strong person you are, there's always someone who can makes you weak"

Myself

Does a thing called Memory have a future?

By: Mary Kris B. Legaspi

Memory is not, I fear, what it used to be. Not mine, not yours, and not the culture's at large. Memory for me is always fresh, in spite of the fact that the object being remembered is done and past. Memory (the deliberate act of remembering) is a form of willed creation. It is not an effort to find out the way it really was- that is research. The point is to dwell on the way it appeared and why it appeared in that particular way. I've found myself musing lately over whether memory even has a future. You might be relieved or merely amused to hear that I've concluded that it does, albeit with a catch. It seems to me that the future of memory is more and more bound up with the future of poetry, another form of human endeavor that has perhaps seen better days. Indulge me for a few moments while I enlarge on this theme just a bit.

The ancient Greeks reserved a lofty place in the classical pantheon for memory, whom they personified as a female Titan by the name of Mnemosyne.

The classical glossaries tell us that Mnemosyne was herself the cosmic daughter of Heaven and Earth, and that sounds about right. The birth of memory — we're in the realm of myth and metaphor here, yet I suspect that even the most hard-headed linguists and anthropologists would agree that something unfathomably momentous in the course of human events transpired with the emergence of memory as a force to be reckoned with. And when we consider that the root of the word for memory in Greek (mnemonikos) is tantalizingly close to that of mindful (mnemon), it becomes all that much harder to downplay the supreme role of that grand dame Mnemosyne in making us who and what we are. No wonder, then, that for most of recorded history, memory has been regarded as a high art, and even a sacred one, closely akin to the arts of divination and inspiration. And before history could be recorded, back before the advent of alphabets and hieroglyphics and such handy innovations as papyrus and styluses and quills and vellum — well, those were surely the glory days of memory, for memory was all we poor forked creatures had to keep things in mind. These were the days before history, at least as we now think of history. But poetry is another story. Poetry was already ancient before there was history, and that's because poetry was memory's darling. In ways we now can scarcely imagine, memory breathed life into poetry and poetry in turn made memory something truly memorable.

The first poet we can assign a name to in the Western tradition is Homer, though we really haven't the faintest idea who Homer was or whether there was only one of him. But we do know what Homer's medium was — it was the air he breathed, and the acts of memory he called into being when he delivered up his lines. Memory for a Homer was nothing very mechanical as what we now call "memorization"; the function of memory in Homeric oral expression was, in the truest sense of the word, the power of "re-membering," that is, to bring things back or put things back together, to recover experience and emotion and turn them into forms of fluent energy and intensity.

Seen in this light, it is not so terribly surprising that even well into the age of sophisticated writing systems, memory continued to occupy an esteemed position as one of the essential disciplines of civilized culture. Memory was a serious business, and trying to get to the bottom of how memory works taxed some of the great minds of Western Civilization. St. Augustine, to cite but one illustrious example, devotes several intensely searching passages in his Confessions to the mysteries of memory, confessing tellingly at one point, "Yet I do not understand the power of memory that is in me, although without it I could not even speak about myself."

So where does that leave us, we modern offspring of Mnemosyne? Memory is still a serious business, but now it comes manufactured for us, almost infinitely "expandable" as the high tech ads like to crow and configured in mind-boggling quantities of megabytes and gigabytes. Back in the dark ages, when I first trotted off to high school armed with a Royal typewriter (which despite the suggestive brand name was no memory palace, I can assure you), memory could still be thought of as one of the intellect's prime assets, much as it was for the ancient orators and epic poets. Today, however, memory has become an industry, a commodity; and we have more memory at our disposal than we know what to do with. Memory is one of the triumphs of technology, but where does that leave the art of memory, I ask you? Is it inevitable that human memory is doomed to atrophy now that we have memory machines to do our remembering for us? Are we on the verge of disowning the mother of the muses, and in her place giving over our affections and devotions to the motherboard of the muses?

Don't bet on it. On the contrary, we may be entering a most auspicious age for the memory arts to make a comeback, and this time in a more purely artful form. Now that we are all essentially subjects of a virtual empire of computational memory, there is no longer much practical reason to slave away on the upkeep of memory's structural integrity. That's in the hands of the systems gurus and the webmasters now. A mixed blessing, perhaps, but might it not has the positive effect of granting us greater liberty to do what we will with our own private estates of memory? The way I see it, the revolution in information technology that has made such astonishing gains in taking over what might be called the grunt work of memory has potentially freed up all kinds of room in our minds for newly reclaimed fields of memory to take root and flower.

I fret the pieces and fragments of memory because too often we want the whole thing. When we wake from a dream we want to remember all of it, although the fragment we are remembering may be, and very probably is, the most important piece in the dream.

I know that this article seemed to be a little bit long, that is because the idea is so intriguing for me. To sum up everything, all I can say is that, Memories are timeless treasures of the heart, a photograph taken by the heart to make a special moment last forever. It is also a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, and the things you never want to lose.

Memory, then, no matter how small the piece remembered, demands my respect, my attention, and my trust.

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Cranberry Bliss Seven Layer Bars

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I want to eat something like this.

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Amazing Book Sculptures Bring Books to Life by Kelly Campbell Berry

Kelly Campbell Berry’s current passion involves the creation of altered books and book sculptures. Passionate about antique treasures, Berry’s new talent involves constructing book sculptures from vintage children’s books. After a house fire burned Berry’s vintage collection of illustrated books, she decided to begin her library again. With a fresh perspective, Berry decided that she did not want her precious belonging to collect dust any longer; thus the journey began. She admits:

“I am truly amazed at the ability some people have to arrange words in such a way that we, the readers, can actually ‘see’ into the imagined world of the writer. We relate, feel, and become invested in the characters so deeply that we are pulled into their world for a brief moment of escape. In some cases I remember certain books with such fondness that I feel as if I experienced them. I still have a connection to Stewart Little and The Borrowers. Books, for me, come alive. That is why I have started creating book sculptures. My book sculptures are my way of showing what the words on the pages create in the imagination of the readers.”

Berry transforms up cycled version of Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, and Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are, among other classics into whimsical cut-out illustrations. The tarnished and antiquated classics are ironically resurrected by the artist’s use of blades and scissors, a magnifying glass and tweezers. To preserve each creation, Berry uses a paper preservative, velvet and wood, glass, and acid-free adhesive to exhibit her work. You can find her work in her Etsy shop!

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