Valentines' 'reflections'

A handful of chocs and sweets, a Jay Chou poster (thanks CW!), two soft toys (thanks SY!) and a blue rose later, I'm grateful that V Day's over and done with. Don't ask me why I'm irritated by it. I just am. On my way home on a crowded bus on Monday, I couldn't help noticing how that couple over there was cuddling up, or how those girls holding on to balloons were letting out girlish peals of 'Ooh, how sweeeeeeet!', or how people were throwing looks at the blue rose in my hand. Was trying to prevent it from getting hopelessly squashed. (I'm attempting to be civil here. Right, it was nice of him to give me the blue rose, but the rose is definitely nicer than him! Wahaha. BleahZ. So much for being civil. =P ) Okok. I know that beneath all the plethora of extravagant gifts smacking of consumerism and materialism, V Day's still a celebration of tru-blu lurve. Not only of the romantic kind, but also between family and friends. Next Valentine's, I shall endeavour not to roll my eyes as much when I see another ad in the papers or TV with fanciful cursive and pink roses and cheesy taglines. Gah. ^-^'''