Promised myself that I would start a blog, but never got around to it. So what gave me the final push to start?
Money to Burn
Valentine's Day.
The idea that someone would cough up RM200+ for a bunch of thorny flowers, RM500+ for dinner for two and other astronomical sums that the florists, gift shops and restaurants charge, is just amazing.
Just came across an article in the paper detailing how competitive the so-called Day of Lovers is turning out to be in our friendly neighbour across the Johor straits. Kiasu Singaporeans are making the flower industry ecstatic over their no-holds-barred approach to outdoing one another in the Valentine's stakes. Women sent flowers to themselves at their workplace just to enjoy the supposedly envious looks of their colleagues. And then they became jealous anyway when the girl in the next cubicle got a bigger, more elaborate bouquet (which she probably sent to herself as well).
What's with all these people?
For the last time, Valentine's Day is just an excuse for crass commercialism. The only ones who really benefit (read: profit) from Valentine's are those businesses that can somehow cash in on the sentiments of the season... and on the gullibility of the poor sods who choose Feb 14 (out of all the 365 days) to declare their love.
My sympathies to the boyfriends who've had to reluctantly shell out large chunks of moolah to make their women happy. Then again, if the silly man's silly enough to date/marry a female who makes such a fuss over one ordinary day of the year, he deserves to burn a big hole in his pocket.
Being the brilliant person I am, I date a man who, like me, doesn't give a flying fig about Valentine's. I received an sms on Feb 14 from said man that read:
"merry gong shi valentine dear. Have a good day!"
Check it out - a Chinese New Year-cum-Valentine greeting all rolled into one. Sometimes, he's almost as brilliant as I am. Needless to say, I did have a good day. Especially since I didn't even realise what day it was.
This is so much better...
Instead, almost a month ago, I had my own special celebration. It was my B-day. Check out what happened:
The raw materials
Ham Choy fish & the rest of my surprise birthday dinner
Trail of rose petals from the lift to my desk the next morning
99 roses and a pile of presents
My desk sprouted roses overnight
