i look forward to going to Boston next weekend after what will be a torturous week of midterms ahead. not only is it Chinese New Year (something which i haven’t been home for for the past 4 years and counting now..), it also marks my first Valentine’s with, well, someone. i realize that it is an overhyped consumer-driven holiday, but, um, i like chocolate and an excuse to go out for an expensive dinner? as for flowers – i’m not a fan of flowers.
i’ve never received flowers in my life. sometimes the inner child in me grieves that i never received flowers from boys back in high school when i would watch the popular girls receive an obscene number of roses each and solemnly think, “oh bugger”. i would then go about my day, countering the somewhat misogynistic gesture of giving girls flowers by saying “flowers die anyway – unless they’re fake. and fake flowers don’t count”. and then i would maybe go home and write a nu-age emo poem about it, with my emo hair framing my face and black painted fingernails typing furiously at a dusty old keyboard.
then i realized: bling is definitely worth waiting for.
and i hear there’s more…?