Silver lining
Feb. 13th, 2009 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ausareバレンタインデーがだいきらい。
Baretaindee ga daikirai.
I hate Valentine's Day.
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I missed TWO buses today because of that.
Today, class ended a little earlier than scheduled, which I was quite happy about because it meant that I can take the bus home (because it's not rush hour yet and there won't be any traffic jams), instead of the MRT and then switching over to the bus (troublesome, and costs a little more). So I was at the bus stop, about to board my bus—literally—just three steps away from boarding the bus, when a few of my friends who stayed back in the computer lab called me back, saying that someone was looking for me.
Something just didn't feel right.
The girls sounded too excited. It just felt like there's a prank involved. But, you know. Benefit of the doubt, and all. So I brisk-walked back and made it within two minutes. I was sweating like mad, and was so waiting for a huge "YOU GOT PUNK'D!"
Turns out, Student Affairs was looking for me, with a card, and this:
Roses? Really? I know it's a "tradition" and all, but falling prey to a commercialised day/event? Really? And I don't even like roses.
And the bugger spelt my surname wrongly. "Liang"? Really. Come on. If it's someone from my degree course, he'd have seen my name on the class register at least once a day, therefore it is impossible to get it wrong. Then there's this:
I have been looking at you for quite some time
(Yes, it's neat, but it was the Student Affairs who wrote it.)
Are you for real? Are we not studying a communications degree? Honestly, you fail at English. And to be honest, if that really was the guy's message, it's creepy—to quite a large extent. And he didn't even sign off with his name. Wimp.
Apparently, my blur and confused and frustrated and tired and sweaty expression was hilarious. Jacq said it was "classic". Oh well. At least I provided some sort of entertainment for the girls.
Anyway. I stuffed the flowers into my bag ("It's half-dead from the point where it got cut off from the roots, anyway," I said, which got a resounding "WHOA!" from the girls) and brisk-walked back to the bus stop. And my bus drove off right before my eyes. I was so in the mood to KILL. It already takes an hour to travel back home, if the driver is fast and there isn't a traffic jam. But it was nearing the knock-off time for office workers and my bus passes through the central business district. Hello, rush hour! I was freaking out over how late I'd reach home.
Of course, when I got home, I complained to my mother while I put the roses into some water ("They're gonna die in four days, anyway," I said, which my mother replied, "You're a self-proclaimed artistic person. Aren't artistic people supposed to be romantics?" Seriously? Pfft) and much later, she found it funny and mentioned how I didn't get any joy from getting a Valentine's Day gift.
Come on. This person made me miss two bloody buses. There's no way he can ever redeem himself. He is officially on my hate list. And the bugger didn't even have the thought to have the thorns from the rose stalks cut out. I kept getting poked by them when I transferred them into the water.
Honestly! What the hell?!
So anyway, I switched on my laptop, signed on to MSN IM, and ranted about it to W.Yiu, who replied that he had something that tops the card and roses. I thought he was talking about himself, and that he was going to show me the results from his National Service test (examination?) a few days ago that he had passed. He showed me this:
OMFG. Was he for real?
Didn't we agree to forget that we had ever wanted to watch the musical that we couldn't get good affordable seats for?
OMFG! He did buy the tickets for CATS!
Hell yeah, I'll go watch it!
After I got down from my high ("I'd like to see your reaction," he said, and I replied, "OMFG!!!1111!!ONE!!11!!!"), I told him that he made me hate Valentine's Day a little less. Well, granted the show wasn't for until the end of April, but it's CATS!
Now that I've blogged everything out, it seems a little too mean of me to demean someone's effort (because after a chat with En on IM, there's a possibility that the card and roses weren't a prank from them), no matter at how much of an inconvenience it was to me.
Wait a minute. Who am I kidding? It was an inconvenience, the guy didn't bother to check if I even liked roses, he spelt my name wrong, he didn't bother to have the thorns cut out, and I missed two buses and got home half an hour later than I had planned to. I think I'm entitled to a certain level of bitterness about this. And he's staying on my hate list. Permanently.
En said that she had asked one of the Student Affairs student (who passed me the "gift"), and there's a chance that it's a guy from the other class in our course. So I took a look at our name list, and none of them popped out to me. There are one or two, but those were the ones who we always aim our sarcasm at, because, well. There's just something about them (or just one of them, in particular) that draws out the evilness in us. And I am desperately hoping that my "secret admirer" it isn't one of them.
Please let it be a prank from the girls. Please let it be a prank from the girls. Please let it be a prank from the girls...
Don't let it be said that I'm not romantic. I'm a closet romantic, that much I'll admit. What I don't like is commercialised romanticism.
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About that fanfiction idea I'm taking up as a self-challenge? Three down, two to go. Yay!
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以上、Chii です。
NOPE!
Date: 2009-02-13 03:52 pm (UTC)we will work hard to find out hu's Mr Secret Admirer
*wriggles eyebrows*
Re: NOPE!
Date: 2009-02-13 03:57 pm (UTC)Damn. I really wished it was a prank instead.
vday.vday.vday.vday.vday.
Date: 2009-02-13 05:00 pm (UTC)Re: vday.vday.vday.vday.vday.
Date: 2009-02-14 03:04 am (UTC)Nah, I'll probably roll my eyes at him. Too tired to do anything else XD
And the photo is uh... it explains the wonders of Photoshop. Because the lighting in my room isn't the best for photoshoots. Haha...
no subject
Date: 2009-02-14 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-15 03:12 am (UTC)I'm like, the worst girlfriend material, ever.