valentines' day is almost over, which means that starting from now, i have a whole year to find a guy to spend it with next year. or perhaps a girl. i'm starting to widen my perspective now, especially after seeing how my sister, who is like three quarters my age, is happily attached to this pipsqueak of a guy who writes her love poems about wanting to see the sun set with her. also, there's the issue of my hot red porsche which my fiance will buy me as a token of his everlasting love (i'll even exchange the engagement ring for it!) so that i can drive around with the top down, park at traffic lights, and have more biker hunks wolf-whistle and say 'hey, what a hot bod'. yes, nothing is more sexy than a hot red porsche!

let's all take a few moments to appreciate that carefully constructed fantasy.

ok. enough. i spent this morning wrapping bouquets of valentines day roses as part of my joint sales venture with bobo and joseph. i must say it was quite fun, but also extremely tiring. we got the flowers at really cheap wholesale prices yesterday, and then sold them at about 400% higher today. i feel a bit bad for ripping people off, but hey, they're paying for our effort in arranging and preparing the flowers. plus, outside florists are selling single stalks at $10, so really, we're doing everyone a favour by undercutting those prices. i guess the tinge of guilt came when people asked which charity we were selling them for, and we were obliged to mention that it was for our 'pocket money fund'. ah well, everybody has to be a sucker at least once a year.

the flower wrapping business was actually quite tedious, but i sorta expected it because i did the same thing for youth day 2 years ago in NY. and that was a major class operation, so at least the work load was divided by more people then. today there was only the 3 of us, plus 3 kind volunteers, chrees, wanling and steph. together we toiled away in the archives room (yes yes, one of the perks of being the chair of a nerdclub) at siberia temperatures. seriously, i had no idea the aircon there was so strong. so now my fingers have this weird smell, which definitely isn't the smell of roses, but i think is either from the metallic ribbon we were using or the rotting stalks. haha. the good thing is that we played safe with our capital, so everything we sold on the day was pure profits. not bad for one day's work, but i'll definitely think twice before doing something like this again.

today i also realised what a good thing it is that there are so few girls in class. it makes us a lot closer and also a lot more appreciated. the guys bought a bouquet of 7 flowers for each of us, which was unexpected and well, sweet. chrees and wanling bought 7 pairs of shoelaces for us, each a different colour as there are 7 colours to the rainbow. so i got a stripey pink one, which went perfectly with the striped pink socks i happened to wear today. don't get me wrong; i don't always wear pink. but i like shades of red a lot, so it really suited me. plus there was chocolate chocolate and more chocolate. i thought it was a overload in school, but guess what, when i went home i started pigging out on the ones my mom gave my dad. and in the spirit of 'one more can't hurt', i washed it down with tiramisu. it was the best tiramisu i've tasted in my whole life, i swear. i don't care much for it on normal days, but this tiramisu was different! it had just the right texture and softness, and melted in my mouth instantly like the way it seems like in TV commercials when the stick-thin model stuffs a spoon into her mouth, closes her eyes and lets out an orgasmic 'ooooh, extrodinaire'. yes, it was good tiramisu.

marcus called me just now to wish me happy V day, which was kinda sweet of him. it doesn't help though, that apart from remembering my face and my name, he doesn't remember anything else. also, something very disturbing happened yesterday which involved an hour long phone call with him and some other things which i wish i didn't hear. it upset me for a bit but i guess it's also quite funny when you come to think of it. i was talking to francis about this (and other things) till really early this morning, and i'm glad for it because he cheered me up a bit and we both had a laugh about it. plus it allayed my guilt a bit, what with today being valentines' and all. i guess 'we'll see' is really the operative term here.

oh, and i'm beginning to see a trend in the sort of people who go to the gym- they're all mad freaks. just now there was this guy there, who weighs 80 kg (i know because i sneaked a peek) and who was running like mad on the treadmill. like he was sprinting for his life or something, only he wasn't sprinting because he was running for almost 45 minutes at that speed. my mom was very disgusted with him. when we left the gym, she was like 'i thought he was going to die in there... in fact i was hoping he would'. and then she was like, 'i don't get all this mad freaks, like what's the point in doing that? and he's ugly too!' hahahaha! my mom always makes me feel better!

i guess you know where i get my genes from now too :p