20110916

Who is She...

Who was she four years ago? A girl in pink with a smile so bright that it lightens the mood of the whole corridor. A girl in pink stripes who passes the hallway with such innocence and giggles. A girl in pink in ponytail who is able to charm everybody to smile with her as she brings a whole new ambiance to a dull and lonely box. Where was she four years ago? Who can forget the boy standing alone in the middle of the lobby who looks like he's just waiting for tomorrow to come. Who can forget the girl who, without hesitance or whatsoever, approached this boy. Who can forget how friendly that girl is that she was able to bring smile and a whole new outlook to that boy. How was she four years ago? Naive and innocence, which makes her humorous. Charming and beautiful, what makes her attractive. Soft and kind, which makes her adorable. Simple and wonderful, what makes her appealing. Angelic and holy which makes her a gift from God.

Who is she now? That girl in pink is the epiphany of beauty. She is what represents the beauty of God's work whether it be her looks, her characteristics, or just her attitude. We say that nobody is perfect and there I would agree with anyone as much as the next guy but who really need perfection anyways? Especially if you have already met her. "Certain flaws are necessary for the whole.  It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks". She may not be perfect but she is the epiphany of completeness.   She being she is what makes her she. The way she moves the path of worship, the way she giggles, the way she laughs at the most littlest things we find amusing, the way she doesn't get jokes and still laughs at them, the way she makes jokes and only she laughs at them, the way she is beautiful in every way you can imagine. the way she loves God, the way she loves her family, the way she loves her friends, the way that whatever that is it that she does, it's according to what she believes in. Qualities that is able to make her complete as she is. She is the balance of perfection. 

That faithful day that girl in yellow approached that boy to offer friendship to the day that marks this girl's arrival to the world as we see it now for her to be the instrument who blesses people with not only His words but also by being an example by His teachings. Four years ago was a miracle to me. And now, it seems the clock has never stopped moving forward. She is the epiphany of today. She is...


ainzley
2011 

20110906

Slow Down


"A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?"

Slow Down, We move to fast. This is an article I was able to come across with that made a lit of sense. It is true that the most beautiful things are taken for granted at "ordinary times", which is another term for like "always". Making a renowned musician like Joshua Bell play in a place that you wouldn't imagine him to play at is proof of this.

People couldn't appreciate true beauty unless it slaps them in the face with a scepter. Sure, people would applaud Joshua Bell's music if he had been properly introduced or had played where it was more suited to the occasion. Most would even give him a standing ovation and would pay so much just to hear him play. But without proper introductions, an unconventional setting, and ordinary attire? he just became another hobo who is playing for a few change without people even listening to what beauty he in store for everybody. Beauty has become to much of a perfection to all where you can only spot it if given a correct parameters and what's worse is that beauty has became a trend rather than a quality which makes one manifest deep satisfaction. People see beauty nowadays as what's hot, what's the trend. "You find koreans awesome, i find them awesome too just like all other people", why is that? koreans have always been koreans since then, what made you love them now and not then? Did they evolve into a higher race of beauty than before? Just doesn't make sense, koreans have always been beautiful people but why are you realizing it now? Is it possible it's because others have found them beautiful and you got into the stream? Then, us people have lost grasp of self-realization.

Imagine a beautiful rose in the middle of a mall where thousands of people pass by. No one will notice it at first but after one person stops to admire it, the next person will stop to wonder what the first person is looking at, then see the rose. Then the next person will do the same until everybody is doing the same thing. Only a few will look at that rose and appreciate its beauty for what it is and most will only see that rose for they saw others admiring something they have no idea of.

Slow down, We move to fast. We take too much for granted, learn to see beauty which is always in front of you.

Look at the mirror and learn to appreciate beauty....the beauty of God's creation that is you :)


ainzley
2011

20110416

The Sky

"The stars light up the sky", "The stars are nothing without the sky", "The sky is empty without the stars". A few exchange  to mention of the relationship between the sky and stars upon the 88 white lights gazing among the sea as the wind blows with comfort.

That "sky" is really such a vague entity for it encompasses such a wide region of definitions. Defining it seems to be an impossibility for there is really no clear definition to it. For it is difficult to define but it is easy to describe. The sky I am talking about surpasses all the sweetest things in the world combined for its sweetness is the reason for why living brings pleasure. The sky brings pure beauty to anyone to dares to take his eyes on it for nothing in the world could ever be more stunning.

For the "star" is the entity that is always there for the sky, there is nothing more that can made the stars dim than the sadness of the sky. That sadness clogs up the sky and brings darkness into the them. There is nothing more hateful than seeing that sadness unfold in such a beautiful night.

Knowing you for such a short period of time has been ecstatic, although we haven't really clicked on a lot of things, we are still here. For so many nights we had laughed and bonded, several we talked and chatted, all those nights were exalted. For this would probably be the last night we could talk and chatter, the tears drippin' down your face is sure a sight of heartbreak. The sorrow that you feel is anguish into my heart for I can't do anything more but listen to what your emotions has to bring. For you have said you hate seeing me down and melancholic 'cause it brings you hatred to whomever is the reason for it even if it is yourself, that you would hate yourself that. I'll return that favor back to you for it is how I also feel. Bringing tears to the person who is the sky is surely a hateful thing to do for the tears I saw that night wasn't just the tears of sorrow but also the tears of disappointment for even I didn't think it was possible for this things to happen. The star doesn't want the sky to continue on like this. If only I can do anything to simplify this complication. For all the things you wanted was simple and be left as you were, getting to know you must've been a great  opportunity for me to meet the sweetest thing in the whole world but consequently for you, meeting me has brought you a dilemma of some sort. I apologize for everything that has made you bleak for parts of it must have me involved directly or indirectly. I feel the sadness you feel. I empathize with whats happening. I hate this situation that you got into. I hate myself for making a path for you to embark onto this stupid road. Sorry for the complications that have been brought down to your world for the quiet and peaceful life you were living before you met me was the ideal environment for you but now you have been brought into the mix tape of entanglement with that world of yours into our world.

If I am only here to you as you watch suffer, I will let you down. For I will never leave you, I won't ever let you down.


ainzley
2011

20110410

A Short Thought

why are people so subtle? why can't they just open up what they want to say, why does it have to be crooked instead of going straight to it? Sometimes it just feels that it is so stupid. It is really difficult to get what people are thinking. Why can't just they answer straight to the point? hmmmm.... Ask what they want to say. Fire away, that is life.

20110401

Buck of Star

It's been a while since I have written an entry for my blog, I remember when I was starting this blog. It was mostly inspired by the new girl I met unexpectedly under rare circumstances. She was the one who was able to make me write things I would have never imagined that would cross my mind. And now, a month has past since my last entry. You could say I have became uninspired to write anything in this blog. Well, that is partly true aside from the fact that I am just too busy. The reason for this entry? She, she was to inspire me again with a simple but sweet gesture so it would be just fair if I write about her.

Midway of January when I first saw her, she was wearing a blue and black that time. A fairly shy personality could be distinguished right away on seeing her. With her soft voice I replied to a simple answer she asked. Beautiful? yes she was, and she was able to get attention. She was never really the type that I thought i would get along, so I thought. For me, I expected that she will be just one of the classmates I will have during my last term in college, one who I would just get to talked to during class hours and with class related works. Never would have I expected her to be the one girl on which will make my senior year ecstatic. Until that time that i received a text and call from her. Shocked? it's a given fact, but never did I see nor perceived that she will be one of the sweetest girls out there. Her soothing personality gives you giggles as you talk to her, her cute little expression as you make fun of her, her smile whenever she see the cute boy she admires and her sweet thoughts that she makes into reality compliments the soul. Though all the things that I like she seems to hate, there is really no common denominator between us. She hates all the things I love, Ironic isn't it? Never did i meet anybody who had a opposite personality with me. It just seems that we wouldn't get along at all for we don't share anything that would interest us in any means. It may just be that opposite attracts. She is a puzzle, I could never really understand some things about her but that what makes it all fun. Getting to see what is really in the picture amazes me when I get to solve that puzzle. Her sweetness is unexpected but that's what makes it more special.

For all the things that i don't get about her, I see pleasure and for all the thing that she hates, I seem to like them. Does opposites really get along? :)

ainzley
2011

20110228

Breaking the Smile

A night of sheer excitement, joy for the most part, shock to almost everything that we witnessed, and enthusiasm for it is the time to unwind from the stressful part of life. Almost as it seems that it is the perfect night to be happy and all but it really isn't.

For the night needs to be rearranged, conflicts have to be resolved, things can't stay the same. As hopeful as I have made you feel for the day, I let you down. For I thought that we'd be together, I left you hanging. For I broke that sweet smile of yours, I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt that special girl. I know its my neglect that made that smile fall away to the weight of the heavy world. For all the things you thought didn't work as the way you planned it to be. Sincere apologies may never be enough for it is nothing but mere words, for me writing my thoughts as into this blog means nonsense as these are nothing but mere words. Every word written in this entry is not as thought up in anyway as you may think. This is the moment wherein I'm in a trance, wherein I let what I feel do the writing. Every letter in the words that compose the paragraphs of this blog asks for an apology of such sincerity.

As I am immobilized by the thought of you, paralyzed by the sight of you, hypnotized by the words you say, I am crushed by the hate you bring. Strangely as I contradict myself in some way, it is never hard to stay with  you for everyday is nothing for I don't mind to do. Deserting such fair maiden is not in my intention in anyway but the fact still remains it had been done intentionally or not, I must be in fault. For you have gone so far away, neither my words nor my calls can reach you anymore, you have become the maiden that I can't find. Maybe the chance to find you right now is impossible but nothing remains the same forever so I'll seek for any place you may have lock yourself into. Tomorrow or not, that smile of pure sweetness will appear like those dimples on your cheeks show whenever you are happy. The broken smile that I have created is a crime committed in the highest felony and for that I owe you big time and I plan to pay for it just to fix that elegance of yours.

ainzley
2011

20110223

She looks great on Pink

In a endless, silent, whisper of the same old things over and over again, it is inevitable to feel dull in those things. The archaic feel is just to familiar to bear so in the end, it feels like nothing ever change. But in a small instance, everything can bloom as beautiful as a flower.

Black, white, gray and green. The usual colors in which she walks around by. Dismal as it may seems, but wearing this shade of flat colors may be to tiresome to look at, especially if that's your usual color. Not to be offensive and all, I do like those colors too as much as the next guy but it just seems bleak in a way, together with that expression of yours[straight face]. Although, it may not bring out your elegance in a obvious way, it only shows that you are beautiful with subtilty and sophistication. For the beauty that you already have is stunning to most people, seeing you for the first time in a flourish of something so radiant is truly a gift. Bewildered by the sight of you in a shade I have never seen you in before, the brilliance of your charm together with that color of perfection on you truly bring your loveliness. For when I saw you, I was astonished. For when I saw you, I can glance for you till the dawn of time. For when I saw you, I couldn't take my eyes if you. For when I saw you, I saw the most beautiful thing that day. For when I saw you, I was left speechless for I can't even utter a single word to you for the beauty that you beholded in which left me in amazement. Truly, I wanted to see your smile that day for that it would bring the outmost perfection. Your luminous smile and radiant charm would be absolutely magnificent, but to all great things must come to an end. I never really saw that smile of yours that day. To you who left me breathless that day, and to me will definitely be waiting to see you shine like that again someday. Keep it up.

ainzley
2011