UH-oh.

I utter the above sentiments for 2 reasons:

Firstly that I am still not doing my school blog assignment instead I find myself here procrastinating as always. Nothing new...

Secondly, its Valentine's Day tommorrow. I think its simply a day, commercialized on the excuse of romance and love, so that flower shops, confectionery stores, etc, can make a quick buck outta it. I cringe now as I think of how many couples will infest the streets; the girl looking triumphantly with her bouquet of blossoms though an eye will keep a look out for a potential one that may outshine her. The boy rescinds and becomes a docile and rather secondary character in this equation.

BUT still, as much as the above sounds suspiciously like the rant of a jealousy-ran-amok female, I assure you I am not. Instead, it makes me reminisce even more about what I had the last few years, the maybes if I had lasted with 'him'(up to one's interpretation), the future Valentines ahead...as well as the reality of me being alone for this current point in my life. This ambiguous feeling is peppered so very slightly with enviousness. Just very very slightly.

I am not disheartened... just not quite used to the feeling I guess? :)

Valentine's Day, day that commemorates love and romance, is also ironically the death anniversary of Saint Valentine, a priest who had secretly married couples when Emperor Claudius had outlawed marriages due to the need for more militia power. When Valentine was found out, he was swiftly put to death by beheading, hence not to forget his valiant deed, they dubbed 14th Feb as "Valentine's Day".



It also brings to mind the rebirth of a much loved bag that women around the world can agree to: The iconic Chanel 2.55, on Feburary 1955.

Gabrielle Coco Chanel knew she had created a timeless legend when she came up with the stylish option to free up women's hands so that they won't tire from having to hold it all the time. Technically, the first of it was sold in the 1920s, and has since undergone some sartorical facelifts.



And of course, who can forget the delish hero in Final Fantasy...none other than Vincent Valentine. Sporting his signature red cloak(<3) and his brooding eyes and haunted past, he is the kinda guy you want to smother with affection and tell him its gonna be alright.

Until of course, he whips out his trusty tri-barreled gun and shoves it in your face and tells you in a deceptively calm voice to not cramp his style.


Valentine's Day is not just about Eros (romantic love), but about love for friends and family. I feel blessed to be loved by so many friends and a mother who despite our severe spats and vehement disagreements...still shows the unwavering love and devotion to my well being. Its evident in her waking up early just to make breakfast so I don't go to work on an empty stomach, or her constant nagging about just everything, belies the perennial worry for her daughter's life.

Her slight wrinkles tell the story of a woman who stood strong against hardship to raise her two little girls, her slight hunched gait speaks of the burden of life that she carried in silence all these years and yet continued to forge forward. Yet, she still is as beautiful as I remember her.

Thank you Mom, I love you so very much even though I don't say it often. Thank you for being my pillar of strength and role model. I am nothing without you.

So happy Valentine's Day to all, and don't forget to tell your dear ones just how much they mean to you.

And not just today, but everyday of the year~