Post Valentine's Analysis

" The whole holiday is made to further emphasize who is in a relationship and who isn't. Do we need a special day to point this out? Word generally gets out without us having a whole holiday for it. It's a shame that people have to feel lonely during Valentine's Day. (It's a shame if porcupines have to feel lonely during Valentine's Day too, but at least you can understand the hesitation to hug.) "

Cupid just dont understand how lovey-dovey sentiments are. So they'd rather stick with their winged arrow-shooting baby making people feel bad for being lonely every Feb 14. There should be a retaliatory holiday on the 15th called Stupid Cupid's Day. The mascot will be a baby wielding a dental drill(high speed please), and we will celebrate by stunning each other with tasers. It does seem unpleasant, but look: at least Valentine's Day is over.

The good? My hypothesis!
An abilty to glean if the recipient of a bouquet has positive feelings for the other and/or the terribly overpriced posies.

1) She gleemingly struts downtown, chest out stomach in, your well spent plants held in her bosom. Congratulations.
2) Her hands perpendicular to the ground, your flowers 45 deg to the velvet sky. She's proud to receive, but has got little/no interest in you. Well, try harder!
3) Worst case scenario: She grasps the stalks, walks briskly with locked elbows, thumbs pointed to the concrete tarred road. Interpret: She finds no interest in the bouquet, nor the sender.

Well, just my 2 cents.

Here's Ruth's witty lil sis:

(Preparing for a jog after work today)
Mum: Why are you exercising so regularly?
Ruth: I think i should really start doing something bout my phats.
Mum: Did you join a club? Like Calif0rnia or Am0re?
Ruth: No. Just swimming and jogging at the park connector.
Sis: You did! TAF CLUB. (Trim And Fit Club-the infamous program back during my primary school days which conscripted overweight students into exercise.Ironically, if you flip TAF around, you get the FAT acronym. How's that.) In my school, its called FAC Club! Acronym for Fitness And Conditioning Club, more interpreted as Fat And Chubby Club.

(Complaining bout my collegue.)
Ruth: Fark her, really.
Sis: Wah, so much love ar?

Im ONE YEAR her senior-she's fifteen. Uhh huhhh.. That makes me Sweet 16! *Skips around. I guess that line's too much of an understatement of my age.

Whats the hoo-haa bout being 21 and buying a key shaped necklace? I just dont get it, yet, probably. The good's being able to watch macabre tales and get sleepless nights-giving me an excuse to get cuddled to bed. Tee hee hee. Then again, by whom? Im single-but not available. Thou i long to ride on a white horse into the sunset with my prince charming.

Uh huh. I shall pen again. Its 12.55am Monday and i think im getting a lil cranky due to an ever chronic lack of sleep.