The Garden of Roses

My assumption was correct, the university has turned into a garden of bloody red roses both real and artificial.

And if that's not enough, the world has been further painted red by people wearing the color of angry men and the color of desire.

I didn't think that I'd join in on this global awkwardness by also wearing a red colored shirt. After all, why else would I wear it for in this befitting occasion other than to conceal my faint-worthy belly. I have no special reason other than to grab possible bonus points that would be given by teachers who regard this day as a special holiday.

Clearly this day defines the color red as the color of love and passion. Tomorrow, it will just be another color in the visible spectrum.

I said earlier that this day wouldn't bother me. But the collective charisma of all the couples enjoying this day of hearts is weakening my barrier of 'I don't give a damn'. Today, the world is a special place for dates, love, breakups and the formation of new relationships. All that while I'm here blogging about it.

Sadly, my camera is still far from my grasps until today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to capture the world turned Garden of Roses today. My mom will be bringing it along with her tomorrow, hopefully I can finally get some nice photos here on my blog especially the last day of the February Fair here in UPLB.

To the people who have no special someone to celebrate Valentine's day, it's not that really big of a deal isn't it? I have a long standing record of 18 years without any date in valentine's (or any girlfriend at that matter). And if I'm not enough to convince anyone to just enjoy the day with a few good anime titles and a gallon of ice cream, I borrowed a few words from the famous poem in the Final Fantasy VII universe, LOVELESS

There is no hate, only joy

For you are beloved by the goddess

Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul

Pride is lost

Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

LOVELESS - Act II (Poem)

Despair no longer for everyday is made equally special. What is done today may be repeated tomorrow but there is no assurance of the same result. Therefore, even if we do the same thing every waking day, we always have something new to expect.... for a special touch, I just added this. Doesn't really add anything to the context of the poem though.