Our semestral break is finally over and now I have to face a new set of horrifying professors and more horrifying books. Yesterday, was supposed to be the first day of our class but it seems like our professors were still busy ironing things up. Well, I just spent the whole day with some old buddies from high school who visited our University/ Farm School. They played ping-pong in our University’s gymnasium- they were pretty good and I pretty suck, since,I don’t know how to play ping-pong and I had a hard time learning how to play it. I was too busy being with my old buddies that I had to run and run and run just to have my attendance in Physical Education- I went back panting like I’ve been in a very dangerous mission. Well, honestly, facing my professor in my P.E Class was totally a dangerous mission. Hmm.. What else should I say aside from yesterday’s occurrences? Oh yeah, I know.. I’m watching City Hunter right now- it’s a korean drama about a guy who seeks revenge- blah, blah, blah. Honestly, I don’t understand hangul, I’m just watching it because of Lee Min Ho. He’s just a great actor and take note, he’s so dang charismatic.

My love’s lost. It had gone astray, however, in the middle of the narrow path of unconditional affinity it found a cache where it should have belonged.

Crushes are sweet yet love bears satisfaction as well as egregious agony. In the midst of my journey for sweet admiration, I found the golden key to my once locked heart.

I found my daisy. My humorist daisy. The flower which bears nobility and beauty and grace. The flower who holds my fragile heart. The one where my nurtured self liveth. The golden daisy truly resembles him- the way he makes me crackle up is like how a daisy would give me smiles whenever it sways. The petals will likely be his divine appearance-it was his mild yet sweet face which definitely melts my interred bones. He was my flower prince- or so, I thought.

It was to my great surprise that this sweet, petite daisy turned into my gardens rose. A flower still of beauty, but agony and hauteur lies behind its every sharp thorns. Ever since, I told my flower prince how fond I am of him, he left me and for no reason, he turned himself into a thorn-filled blood-colored rose.

The rose! It’s a precious flower and certainly, one of the sumptuous gift of God. He was of that now. He was a rose. All I can do is to watch him from afar and glance at his grinning face just how a little girl would stare at a rose which she can neither touch nor hold. I was that girl. I dare not lay a hand on that flower for it was delicate and I knew very well that those prickly little thorns would hurt me as much as he did. Yes.. all I can do is watch and smile wondering when my rose would transform back into the daisy I had once loved before.