Happy Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day,
V-Day,
Friendship Day.

Whatever.

"Happy Valentine's Day!"
The words roll off your tongue like a sweet,
long forgotten,
missed,
only used once a year.

FREE HUGS, a sign read.
Of course I took one.
We Singaporeans, kiasu as we are, still have time for a hug or two.

Letters were posted, chocolates were eaten,
even giant Pocky sticks was handed out.
I got a shell.
Perhaps, small as it is, I can hear the ocean waves in it.

I gave out 30 hugs.
[I counted.]
SC girls are so huggable, did you know that?

I finally received my balloon.
Now it's blue, black and purple from all the abusing its taken.
[I TOLD YOU GUYS NOT TO USE CLEAN COLOURS ON IT.]

I was bored during Science, not digesting any of the facts about the digestive system [bad joke. Sorry.], twirling my ballooon on its stick, gazing dreamily at the vibrant colours that spun, span and spin.

In a moment of dizziness.

Nothing romantic happened to me today.
Yet.

But I still scraped off that "Good luck with Baby M!" from my balloon, bursting it in the process.
Dang flimsy material.

I know it's an over-commercialised holiday.
I know it's sickening to see couples walk hand-in-hand down Orchard Road, making out and placing their hands in undesirable places [thank you, Mr. Ang. Now hurry up, will ya?].
I know it's outrageous to pay $10 for a 50cents stalk of rose.

But it's the thought that counts.
And what girl would say no to a perfectly soppy, romantic but lovely Valentine's Day with her honey?
I know I wouldn't.

I love you.
I really do.