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audentes fortuna juvat: Valentine’s Pressure
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chalkleight
chalkleight
Los Banos, Laguna, Philippines
usually first impression s'kin mataray,masungit and the likes..uhm,sad to say totoo un kc hndi ako msyadong sociable unless there's something in one person that i really like..sbi ng mga close s'kin good listener dw ako but i think im better in ignoring what they are saying pero when i feel n kylangn mo tlga ng mkikinig sau game ako lalo n kung nkakarelate ako s topic mo..'yoko s mga self-proclaimed..those who say a lot 'bout themselves (who cares 'bout them,anyway?) hehehe..trip ko mga humorous kc moody ako..another thing 'bout me is ung temper ko..uhm,it's always at the edge, u knw what i mean..if u nid 2 knw more basahin mo mga testi s'kin kc im sure they say a lot of things 'bout me.. :]
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Monday, February 09, 2009
Valentine’s Pressure
Valentine’s Pressure
I hated every Valentine’s Day when I was in elementary school. It was pathetically the same every year..making Valentine’s card and submitting it as a project. I dreaded it as much as making lanterns for Christmas..call me KJ, stubborn, maarte, tamad, etc., so what? Manual cutting and pasting of things has never been an appealing hobby..plus my zero percent creativity..not to mention my impatience.
When I reached secondary school, things changed a bit. I learned to appreciate the day in a more sensitive and open-minded way. Once I even wasted time writing cheesy quotes and greetings on tiny pieces of scented paper for my friends..well, you know how it was..err, I miss my old buddies..
Valentine’s season during the last two years of high school were for promenades..yeah, time for dressing up like grown ups, acting like princesses and dancing with princes until midnight..i remember both my junior and senior proms..reminiscing it was just like watching a sad fairy tale inside my brain..just a casual story which has ended because Cupid’s arrows were shot at the wrong time..which is a good thing by the way.
Then I entered the university..since 2005 until 2008, every Valentine’s Day was on a weekday..a schoolday..so what do you expect? Bonus points for red shirts. Bonus items about love in the exams. Sweets from the usually-single teachers. And of course, the normal academic load for the day..which made the Valentine’s Day a no-big-deal 24 hours of everybody’s life..uhh, for those who had their dates after classes, excuse me..
And yes, the FebFair should be mentioned too. Cold nights. Wet grasses. Fatty foods. Smoke. Alcohol. Undefined smell. Booths. Bands. Pageants. Singing contests. Open-houses. Exhibits. Wall climbing. Fireworks. Euphoria.
For the past four years, I became acquainted with the new label of Valentine’s Day..the Single Awareness Day. Discrimination and sarcasm, huh? But on the bight side, the words are independent, free, unattached, commitmentless, carefree, and the likes.
Valentine’s Day indeed has became a part of every school year that I had, as it was for everyone else obviously..but how about this time? I’m not a student anymore. Will there be any difference now? Honestly, I don’t want to give much thought about it..but a pointless horrible question irritably persists..
Ai-je finalement une date des ********* cette annee?
