see what i mean? hahahah.

Originally posted February 14, 2007.
[reposted because of this]

I just realized that before Mark and I became a couple, I've never had a Valentine's Day with a man. Through some weird twist of fate, I always ended up alone, depressed, and pining for nothing in particular on (what i used to call -) doomsday.

In particular, there was one doomsday when Mia and I locked ourselves in our dorm room - armed with lots of ginpo and those rope-like marshmallows. The marshmallows were our salvation, Mia said. The idea was to hang ourselves with those sugar-coated "ropes" to end our misery. heh.

It's the fault of those darned capitalists, deluding women with their carefully orchestrated hype.

The pressure they place on all the hapless single people in the world is cruel. Nay, downright sadistic even.

So what if it's February 14? So what?

I don't feel any different today than in any other day of the year. It's an ordinary day, even more ordinary than the most blah of thursdays.

When you're in love, so I read, everyday is Valentine's Day.

I beg to differ.

If everyday were Valentine's Day, I wouldn't leave my house to brave the onslaught of giddy people in restaurants and the tumultuous traffic on the street. I wouldn't open my eyes either - if only to block out the vision of a world bathed in repulsive pink. Ugh. Can you imagine?

Valentine's Day should not be a public spectacle. It should be a private moment, sweet and intimate. A moment dictated not by commercialized norms, but inspired simply by the rhythm of your pulse. That's a Valentine's Day.

That being said...

Gen, you still have 6 hours. More or less. Tic.Tock.

:-)