14 Feb 09 is D-Day. Ok, so i am talking about Valentine’s Day. V-Day is D-Day to some of us.
You know that saying about how, "if you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking"? Well, i think it isnt so much about love at first sight. Generally, i think it is about desperation. When you get desperate enough, you look at the people in the clubs, at the gym, at cafes, at online sites, in chatrooms, in the trains, in queues, at smoking corners, visiting your office for a meeting etc, hoping this is the ONE. You hope that this particular someone might be that special someone. After a while, you accept that you dun really need someone special, just someone. Just anyone.
It was first when the hunks and babes got song dedications and gifts and date invites in JC that V-Day became a noteworthy date in my calendar. Till now, i have never had to worry about securing a reservation at some fancy restaurant or paying exorbitant prices for flowers or chocolates on V-Day. I haven’t had a date on V-Day before.
Or on just about any other day for that matter.
So, here’s to commercialisation making me feel even more inadequate as 14 Feb 09 approaches ( … back to crawling under rock till 15 Feb dawns).