i always felt valentines day was most celebrated during my lovely IJ days. where all of us convent girls wld buy flowers and cute little knick-knacks for each other. our desks wld be brimming with roses,gerberas and many other little trinkets. the latebloomer that i was, i never really had a true valentine to celebrate with during my secondary sch days.(my sec sch romances both ceased and commenced before and after the occasion respectively). but that was hardly even significant cos all us fabulous singles will hookarms and catch a movie in town and go gaigai together (with unbuttoned collars and loosened belts). not forgetting to take neoprints to commemorate the occasion and stickem all over!
the only time I received a bagful of valentines gifts frm a lad was the year when we entered co-ed schs during first 3 mths after the O's. i had my alltime favorite hershey's chocolates sealed up in a bubbletea cup (bubbletea was the rad then). and also other stufferoos he reckoned i'd love. it was a really sweet gesture. i still remember watching Hannibal with alvi, ethel and elaine after sch and we had such a wheeglee of a time yelling our heads off. then the year after that saw me writing on rice grains for my valentine and filling the HANDWRITTEN rice grains in a bottle.
this year, i'd like to define what love is to me:
it is when I witness my parents' endless dedication for the family by maintaining the household and the wellbeing of their children.
it is when my otherhalf drove ard sg in an attempt to get all my favorite food and presenting it to me at my hse when he found out I had skipped my meals.
it is when he bought me chocolatecake frm goodwood and refusing to have a slice all cos it's meant for me.
it is when he swopped duties with his campmate so that he can come out to have dinner with me later.
it is when my dearestloves stuck by me during my toughest times.
it is when they put up with me during my bouts of stubbornness, my outbursts, my lack of concept of time, my lastmin cancellations of plans. and of cos, they "laugh" at my jokes and "love" my storytelling too!
love happens 365days a year. and i'm truly blessed to feel it frm the ones i love. every single day.
and while we're on the topic of love, here're some outdated pictures of that night at walas where we witnessed a wedding proposal. and yes i teared at the moment cos it was quite heartwarming although i felt that the soon-to-be groom was doing this to make himself look good. my girlies concluded that they wont want any eventual proposals to be public whereby they're in a position to be forced to say yes. what say you? i think it's rather sweet and heartmelting though.
happy valentines day to all.xoxo.
