It's been 2 months since the loneliest Valentine's Day of my short, insignificant(i hope) life. It's sad when people say they want to celebrate it another day. That they don't want to feed the commercialization of Valentine's day, which is reduced to a "Hallmark Holiday".

After celebrating enough vdays, I realised it IS about the hugs, flowers, letters, chocolates, helium balloons, knickknacks and the love attached.

There is a certain romanticism about celebrating Valentine's on the day itself. Love is in the air! You breathe in the vapours of passion deeply, and let it seep under your skin, it's quite intoxicating. Take a walk through Clarke Quay and you'll see couples, basking in scent of roses, the sound of violins...

Can't wait for the next 2 years to be over and to go home and romance Singapore. Ying and I have always wanted to make a reservation at some expensive restaurant, and indulge in the loveydovey mood around us, while voyeuring couples. (I did make a reservation last year! But we went somewhere else.) I'm a sucker for romance, and I like to be given roses, to be serenaded to, to have doors open for me. Chivalry is not outdated.

But being a cynic in other times will protect naievity from being crushedd, like my fibula. Hahaa. Ayee. That's the way the cookie crumbles.

and shall our love, so far beyond
that low and dying appetite
and which so chaste desires unite
not hold in an eternal bond
-Lord Herbert of Cherbury