Month: February 2006
It’s what makes us human
I really can’t stand Valentine’s Day.
It’s just a day where florists cheat you of your money by jacking up the prices of roses that will eventually wilt and turn into composite for their fellow roses, where restaurants put together “special menu” which involve essentially the same dishes but with fancy names like “lovers’ delight” and “two hearts entwined” or something as cheesy as that, where everyone conspires to make you feel miserable if you are single.
What a load of BS.
If you truly love me, you wouldn’t need a reason to buy me flowers, you wouldn’t wait till that day to buy me a meal, you wouldn’t plan for a special night out only then. If you love me, small gestures, such as texting me “good morning” everyday, holding my hand as often as you can, sharing with me your problems and dreams, hugging me whenever I need someone to hold me, would be enough.
Which explains why, when I saw a familiar face staring back at me from the cover of last Thursday’s ST supplement, a so-called Valentine’s Day special, my first reaction was one of cynicism. Like VK, it felt as if these young men were selling themselves to their employers, despite whatever reservations they might have had.
But as I read my former classmate’s words, depicting how he truly happy he had felt being with the girl that he had liked for so long that even taking the train to run errands together was special, my wall of cynicism slowly went down. It felt especially poignant because I know the sweet lady involved, and I had known about his despair when the short-lived romance ended.
And I think this is what life and love is about. Cherishing the little things and never regretting. Hell, I have made my fair share of mistakes, I have hurt someone’s feelings badly and felt extremely guilty. But I don’t regret what I have done, because I know that in the end, it would all work out to be for the better. That eventually, we would come to understand why we made the choices that we did, that if we learn from every experience, we would come away a better person. And sometimes, these little collisions with someone else’s lives give you a wealth of memories and good feelings and these last till the day you die, to put it melodramatically.
Fate is a special thing. Out of the many people that you meet everyday, you somehow managed to share a path with that one person. Maybe your paths continue for a long time, maybe they turned into different directions after a while. But whatever it is, it takes something for two people to find each other and that something can never be replicated with someone else.
So don’t feel lousy just because you don’t have a date for Valentine’s Day, don’t get mad at your loved one because he didn’t send you roses (or is involved in a 40-men raid).
Maybe the best thing that ever happened to us is that we have loved and lost before.
I am Onitsuka Tiger
!(imgleft)http://static.flickr.com/29/49018638_f5cf3a2a81_s.jpg(Little Miss Shopaholic)!
I had an epiphany of some sort during my course today. As we were sitting there discussing about the possible mistakes that the global pictures desk could make in times of stress, it occurred to me that I would be ditching those gorgeous heels of mine in favour of rugged jeans and sneakers in the near future. And then, it dawned onto me that I had to buy a pair of new sneakers, preferably the lightweight and thinner sort since my favourite suede $200 pair were precious to me and badly in need of a wash. The other sneakers I had were, err, rather clunky.
I have to have a new pair of sneakers!
So the nice boyfriend picked me up from work this evening as he had the day off and the car and we headed down to town for a nice Royal Copenhagen dinner. When I told him of my epiphany, he tagged along with me as I made a visit to one of my favourite sports shop: Puma. Forget about Nike and adidas, Puma to me exudes the most ‘tude man.
Unfortunately, Puma was rather sizist and its smallest size left my size 35 feet wriggling away with space to spare even after wearing a pair of thick woolen socks.
Our next destination was star three sixty at Wheelock Place, a new Asics boutique that stocks its Onitsuka Tiger label sneakers. Its shoes are really cool looking and best of all, comfortable too. The nice boyfriend spotted a pair and got me to try. Found my size, fitted me, yay gorgeous looking, oops expensive, but love ’em so paid and hooray they’re mine. All in, say, 15 minutes.
“Shopping the man’s way,” said the dude.
It’s got a layer of sexy black lace over a beige leather background. Something like the picture below but with laces and minus the patches of beige. Its name? A rather hilarious “Enstasy Cool”.
!(imgcenter)https://yannisms.com/pix/onitsuka_enstasy.jpg(Onitsuka Tiger shoes)!
Technically the boyfriend owns one shoe since he paid for half of it as “an early Valentine’s Day present” so I should be glad he had bought his own pair last week.
[Let’s play tag! Asics, OnitsukaTiger, Enstasy, sneakers]
Protected: Meeting Kuali again
It’s 7.15am and I am all moisturised, made and dressed up already, my wet hair flopping obediently onto my back.
This time for the past two months, I am still deep in dreamland.
First day at a new company always gets me.
Hello, Science blardy Park.
Over and out.