drama queen’s day out on valentines
ok.
its february. which i tend to shun for one and one reason only.
valentines day.
i hate valentines day. its another of those drippy, gay, marketing gimmicks that gives chocolate, condoms, cards, lingerie and gift companies their surge in sales early in the year.
valentines day is when lovers are expected or supposed to express their undying love, and affection towards one another without the risk of sounding too passe.
look man,
valentines day is
passe.
nothing ever fucking works out for me on valentines day. ever.
things screw up, and all i have left to blame is this piece of drippy brain marketing spunk that we call valentines.
lets see, do some backtracking shall we;
(prior to this, i was always, either dateless, or just plain ignored)
- 4 years ago, david got engaged on valentines day. just not to me.
- 3 years ago, i got an issey miyake gift from hann,
but my "thank you" came in the form of a teary phone call made to him in the middle of the night after my mom smacked the shit out of me for having an eating disorder.
the issey miyake didnt last very long anyways, since threw it back at him after a brawl few weeks later.
- 2 years ago, i got dumped, over the PHONE, by TEXT MSG ( i must add), by aaron after he realised that he was just using me to get over his beloved korean hoochie, young.
oh pls. gimme a fucking break.
i guess my break finally came this year.
*crosses fingers and hopes not the jinx it*
my day started out like this:
woke up with a phone call from the smelly saying he wanted to do brunch @ la bodega.
i said ok, wot the heck.
walked over in the scorching sun, hand in hand and sat down at the table. we ordered the usual.
smelly gobbled up the food before i could even start on the waffles.
by the time i did, he told me he wanted to pop by bangsar village 2 to check out a magazine.
resigned, i nodded and went back to the waffles.
****************************************
when i realised he had dissapeared for a good 20 mins or so, i began to feel uneasy.
so in my usual fashion, i started to talk to myself again, wishing my beloved wombat wilbur was by my side to bitch to.
"where the hell is he? stupid fucker, must be checking out his stupid PC games at the game shop again…"
"there is so no way im going to pay for all of this"
"this is so fucking embarrassing sitting here all by myself…people are starting to stare at me…fuck fuck fuck".
…………………………………
"HALLO".
i didnt even bother to look up, but a shiny gold colour caught my eye.
there stood the smelly w a humongous grin swiped across his face.
"huh?"
before i could start to rant all over again, he plopped a gold ochre shopping bag on my lap.
i blinked a few times, and looked at him, still grinning.
i began to grin as well.
"no way….." i stared at the gold package, knowing full well where that sneaky little bugger got it from.
"happy valentines day!"
i stared at him.
"open it la"
so i did.
half believing all of this, i pulled out a shiny white evening bag adorned with pearls, opals and crystals.
the same one i saw and fell in love w from mumbai se a few weeks back, while dragging him on one of my shopping escapades.
"no way, man" i was grinning as well.
"no fucking way". 
"yes way, la. i love you!"
heh heh heh.
so there i was holding my newest favourite hand candy, pleased-as-fucking-punch.
i only knew on thing to say:
"babe, i know i should say ‘you shouldnt have’. but id be lying"
smelly: "-_-"
so yeah, i guess this year wasnt too bad after all.
i kinda did a few calculations in my head while smelly asked for the bill.
"so wot did it all add up to?" i wondered.
1) slutty purple dress from blook = 98 RM
2) la bodega brunch = 72 ++ RM
3) fucking awesome white evening bag from the equally awesome mumbai se = 500 ish (i think)
saying the right thing,
at the right time,
with the right type of ammo (mostly, in the form of a gift, or confession of sort)
= P.R.I.C.E.L.E.S.S.
so, fuck valentines man,
fine, maybe to cut some slack,
well for all intents and purposes, cupid didnt shoot me in the arse and/or pull the carpet from underneath me this time around.
**********************************
but who the hell cares?
i got me a wicked new bag to look good with.
im still feeling a little sheepish for all that bitchy drama-queen self conversation i had @ la bodega earlier,
i working on it.
so as divachao used to say to me
"you can take the queen out of the drama but not the drama out of the queen".
– well said, yo.
that turned out ok.
