My Valentine's Day

Since everyone is blogging about valentine’s day, I thought I’d do it too. But I read a few blogs and I realized it’s rather irritating when girls go on and on about how wonderful their v day celebrations were: fa la la the world is wonderful because my boyfriend loves me fa la la (I hereby sincerely apologise if I’d ever irritated you in the same manner in past entries). So I decided to only blog about the unromantic things that happened that day.

Unromantic event #1:
He can’t meet me immediately after school so I went to a dark, quiet patho museum to spend some quality time with some diseased hearts and lungs. If that’s not unromantic, I don’t know what else is.

Unromantic event #2:
I got lost trying to find my way from the patho museum to the nuh main building entrance where I’m meeting him. Don’t ask me how I managed to do that. I’m an idiot at directions ok. (Refer to entry ‘An Amazing Race’) As a result, I reached the meeting point just in time to see him drive by, so I had to run after the car, frantically waving my arms like a lunatic. He saw me eventually. Please note that my heroic chase took place from the lobby to the nuh shuttle bus station and then finally ending near the round about. There were, as usual, tons of people milling around that area and I’m also in full view of anyone who happen to glance out of the window from the med lib.

Unromantic event #3:
Following tradition, we went to Orchard to look at all the lovey dovey couples. Here I must digress. This year, I forbade him to buy me flowers after I found out how much he spent on the present and dinner. (In fact, when he accidentally let slip how much the dinner is going to cost, I hum thumped him (translation: beat him up to a pulp) with the gigantic soft toy he bought me and tried to bully him into going somewhere else. But, the guy has principles. When he makes a reservation, he sticks with it.) Just two weeks ago, I found out that the tiny, nondescript bouquet of roses he bought last Valentine’s cost EIGHTY dollars, THWACK! I hit him hard on the head and then pulled his ear. (Note: I only get violent tendencies when I’m really really angry.)
So there we were walking along Orchard flowerless and numerous girls approached him to buy flowers for me but I rejected them all politely. There were also many girlfriends proudly carrying bouquets of roses. And with each girlfriend we saw, I noticed his palms getting increasingly sweaty. When I asked him why, he said he’s feeling a lot of pressure to buy me flowers. It got so uncomfortable up to a point that I had to pretend to need to pee in order to wash my hands. (I can’t help it, I have jie2 pi4.)

Unromantic event #4:
We flaffed around till it’s safe to leave Orchard without paying ERP.

Unromantic event #5:
The dinner he had planned was a buffet and there was so much yummy food, including raw oysters, which look too big to resist. So I picked the tiniest one of the lot (it is still very big though) even though I have urticaria and I’m supposed to avoid all seafood at all costs. But I thought I had recovered and I figured Valentine’s Day is a good excuse to eat oysters (tee hee hee). Though I must clarify that I ate the oyster because I couldn’t resist the temptation and not because of other inappropriate reasons. (Sidenote: don’t you just love it when lecturers use the term ‘inappropriate’ when referring to… well… inappropriate behaviour? It seems so proper and ladylike in the crude world of medicine.)

Anyway, I discovered I have rashes when I went home that night. And intense pruritus when I woke up the next morning.