Life is beautiful. I have heard it said… but what beauty is, does anybody really know?
Beauty is like holding a prism in your hand, turning it around as it catches the sun. The rays of light strike the prism and produce different shades. I stand in the middle of the busy street and I hold out my hands…to catch a ray of Yoo.
The human heart is stunned by glimpses of brilliance. I guess that is why I am so caught by Gong Yoo right now–I guess that is why I was so drawn to Coffee Prince.
The fact that I lost all my files–my downloaded vids of CP, my pictures of GY and other important stuff—allows me the space to back up a little and try to look at the prism I hold in my hands more purely.
Choi Han Kyul just took my heart away. When he was a sophisticated Korean elite in the first episode of CP, I thought that he was quite the charmer. He charmed the lady at the airplane who played cards with him. He unknowingly charmed the jajangmyun delivery “boy” with his looks. His mother and grandmother were head over heels in love with him too.
He had stayed in New York for some five years, doing I don’t know what… or investing on films perhaps? He talked about it with Choi Han Seong when they met at the club in one of the scenes.
I originally watched CP because of Yeh. I loved her in Goong which was introduced to my by my aunt. It was because of Yeh and the plot of the story as I started to view episode one at Veoh. It was entertaining and light. I really wanted to watch something like that amidst the tragedy of my so-called life right now.
But as I watched, I started to love this Han Kyulian character who just—well, is not a character. He was a charmer one moment then a vulnerable man the next. He was an ogre–then a marsh mallow– he breaks your heart with his cold words one second and then pulls the you into a bone crushing hug the next. He is one complex man who is just so…uhm–lovable.
(thanks to aahl for the pictures at Gong Yoo Lover)
It is not everyday that the sun shines so brightly like today as I continue to stand gazing at the prism in my hands…
It is not everyday that we meet a guy like this one…
I sigh and open my purse to lovingly keep the prism inside.
I sigh and wish that like Eun Chan, I would be brave enough to throw my helmet, my security at the offender and in so doing—open doors that will allow me to see and meet a man such as this one…
