14 February is looming ominiously overhead. Gee, I really hate Valentine's Day.
I hate the thought that couples will be walking around with silly sheepish lovey-dovey expressions on their faces, while carrying bunches of exorbitantly expensive flowers, all dressed in the best, as if they're going out on their first date. It's oh so sickening!
I hate the thought of normal level-headed girls going all bonkers and bersek, and acting giggly and wierd over gifts of flowers and chocolates, or feeling depressed for the lack thereof.
Most of all, I hate the idea of being pressurised to do things on February 14, just because the world's calendar dictates that this is the day for being loving and romantic. Who are they to tell me when I should be nice and when I should buy presents for people I love and care about? (The same feeling goes for Christmas as well!) And why should I be nice just because it's Valentine's Day?!
I am now going to declare February 14 Anti-Valentine's Day! To protest against acting disgustingly stupidly romantic on February 14, I am not going to have anything to do with flowers, cards, and presents or anything even remotely related to Valentines. Maybe I should even stage a mini-protest of sorts, with placards and all.
Are there any like-minded people who will want to join my worthy cause?
2 comments:
no wonder u r my evil twin, my best friend.
i'm wif ya.
down wif valentine!! no wonder they burnt him alive. oh, or was tat someone else...?
two of u cannot think wat to buy for ur men is it?? jus say lah ... dun act cute and stage protest
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