its the holidays finally. I didn't expect it to start like that.

I'm learning more about myself each day. Learning more about the people living with me. And learning more about the world that surrounds me.

Learning is a relatively permanent change in behavior which occurs as a result of experience. Sometimes these experiences hurt. And sometimes they don't. Most of the time, they are happenings that pass you by which you don't really take note of.

I've learnt, to learn, by learning with grace.

Sometimes it may be just one minor experience that takes up no more than 10 minutes on cyberspace. Within that period, a person could have learnt more than 1 thing about himself, 2 about the other person, and 3 about how the world and humans on a whole would function in response to a certain action.

Within that very 10 minutes, i took off on an emotional roller coaster.

I've learnt. How my actions could lead to such reactions. I've learnt. What people expect of me. I've learnt enough for 10 minutes.

Then i think i went insane. And am still.

Almost every girl would dream about the surprises they can expect on Valentine's.

A date with their all time secret crush.
A big cuddly bear with a huge ribbon.
A bouquet of beautiful smelling roses.
A box of chocolates wrapped with pretty paper.
A candlelight dinner in a romantic restaurant.
A slow walk on the sea shore.
A long chat under the stars.
And a sweet dream after being sent home.

It's probably just a dream, not easy to fulfill with just 24 hours. Its a tough challenge posed to many boys out there, all so eager to win the hearts the girls they admire. Some do these leave out that, while others do that and leave out these. It's never complete.

Throughout Valentine's, while I was at home, all I did was look out of my window to see a couple of sweet happenings. Boys carrying bouquets and nervously waiting at the door after they press the doorbell. Girls pinching the cheeks of big bears with big grins. Couples blushing as the boy hands the box of chocolates over to the girl. All that happening, just within an hour, at the block just opposite my own.

Even at this late hour. You hear sounds of cars parking, then zooming off. The sound of a great day spent outside. The sound of a very relieved boy. The sound of a very delighted girl. The sound, of a great Valentine's.

What happens after Valentine's? I'm not too sure either. Some might probably wake up with a rude shock from their alarm clock. Some too reluctant to stop that beautiful dream. Some wishing that it might happen again. Some praying Valentine's can be everyday.


This Valentine's was special. In a heterogeneous way.
I've seen the true spirit of this day, through the eyes of many others. How I spent it was a different story altogether, but all the same, I enjoyed it much.

and since it's Valentine's (or more specifically, a day after Valentine's), its still a day, to let people around you know how much they mean to you. It's never too late, (neither too early).
I sent dozens and dozens of Valentine's wall messages to people I really cared about on Facebook. (:
I wrote a card to my special someone. :D
Text-ed a couple of special people too. :D
Spent the day with my mum and complimented her weird tasting soup.
Wished my brother goodnight before sleeping last night.
Had fun with my sister killing tanks, witches, boomers, smokers, and hunters.
and, I hugged Junior.

Marvelous Valentine's. (:
Happy W Day (a normal day relative to a v day)
Goodnight.



P.S Gary: Every day's Valentines. xD

Call me despicable, petty, arrogant,conceited, whatever.

I despise people who crave attention. They talk to you non - stop, even when you tell them you're busy. They even try to make you stop doing work to entertain them. They always say they are friends who will stand by you whenever you need them. Freak show. Anyone can see that. They stand around even when you don't need them. They stand around because they need you.

I find people who behave like irritating and immature kids annoying. They throw tantrums. They expect you to give in to them all the time. They demand your undivided attention. They think they're absolutely adorable (not) for acting that way. Freak show. These people are effing retards; what nuisance.

I hate desperate people in dying need of their self acclaimed 'love'. They expect to be pitied for being ignored, abandoned and unaccepted by their 'fated to meet' soul mate. They don't sleep, don't eat, don't do anything except go mad and torture their physical self to gain more self pity. Freak show. Why not spend the time spent torturing yourself chasing that 'lover' back? Arse. If you want pity, just kill yourself and people will sympathize, empathize, and what ever crap you. They might even give you some money to fund your funeral.


Stop the irritating lines. What "*stomps off screaming*", "*throws a tantrum*" and all that shit just gives me creeps.
If you can't get off her, just get on her and make her yours. Do what you deem fit.
To hell with all your pitiful statements.

You are just a Freak show.

I felt a little disheartened. Compatriots in the same battle. Oh, how selfless they were. How selfless. :(

Can I be more blunt than this can already get?

Sylvia. Syl. And someone you'll never expect me to be.