Phew. I’ve just come back from a special dance choreography for Valentines Day. It was something that most of us in the class can put to good use since a number of the ladies in the class had a special someone.
I come home, incredibly contented with today’s class making mental notes to practice my moves to show off at the next event I’m set to dance in. I gaily log in to my IMs to switch my nickname and flank it between icons of hearts because of the Valentine’s day special. I couldn’t wipe that sickening glee all over my face until I scrolled down my list to check who was online.
A myriad of blasphemy and vexation dedicated to the 14th of February have been plastered (some emphasized in Caps) to the nicknames of several friends.Some were guys but amongst them were my other girls who hiss like Medusa’s hydras at the very existence of Valentines day. To them, the cherubs look like stunted fat kids holding weaponry, bouquets will eventually wither and die, and they’d sneer and mock at every couple in amour.
I made several attempts to set some sights in a pleasing direction, I was not going to let a day named after saints and fertility festivals of early civilisation ruin a perfectly good 24 hours (or more) of someone’s life.
Now it wouldn’t make sense for me to send this post out as a guide if I weren’t single myself hmm? Being what I’m about to write about makes the guide a…much more feasible one *winks*
If there is one rule I will live by it’s
Love yourself and you will become lovable
And if there is anything I’m really good at myself, is being a narcissist. Some of you would find me quite endearing by the end of the post 
Spoil yourself.
Take this as an excellent time for a makeover for YOURSELF. I’d head down to my favourite Salon and tell my stylist to do go crazy to make me feel gorgeous, I go down to every nail parlor and test out 10 different colours on my finger nails just to get the right shade. There is really nothing more appealing than a girl who feels confident with herself. A girl made that way (and especially if she took the effort to do it by herself) will naturally flaunt it in attractive fashion. I personally plan to come out with a new hair do soon 
Silence noisy relatives.
Typical of the Asian Society to have family that just irritate you with the same question over and over again. This time, snicker and sneer at relatives who jeer at you for being single. My personal favourites are “I discovered my lesbian side”, “I can’t seem to find a man with more balls big enough to fit in my hand that’s good enough.” and “I can do whatever I want without reporting to another..can you?” They’ll get the picture. Trust me.
Celebrate Freedom
Relationships are hard work. Celebrate the fact that you’re not committed to someone that you can jump in your own bed of roses. You can do whatever you want, not wasting your time to compromise to where you go for dinner, you don’t have to worry your head out to make sure that everything is ok with another; And just be that beautiful butterfly you are free and without much of a care in just a shirt and a pair of your favourite worn out jeans.
Be INCREDIBLY THANKFUL
Be thankful that you don’t have to spend the evening stuck in a horrid jam (Especially since it’s a working day and the massive KL jam). Be thankful that you don’t have to be potentially cheated by restaurants who are out to kill you that night. Be thankful that you don’t have to spend money on a man. Be thankful that if it was just your luck to receive an awful gift it wouldn’t affect you. Be thankful that you can wear shorts and still not give a damn because you had not have enough time to shave your legs that day. Be thankful you don’t have to stand another hour of dreaded contact lens in your eyes just to look less nerdy to a man. Best of all, BE FREAKING THANKFUL YOU DON’T HAVE TO STRESS YOURSELF UP IF HE DOESN’T PERFORM THAT DAY.
I don’t need a man
Definitely don’t need one to put a smile on my face. I’ve got so many girlfriends, I may just hit the clubs that night with hot single women. Then again I may be tempted to a valentines day gift exchange spree with my closest girlfriends, maybe go shopping and trade compliments on how good we look whilst we try on the latest spring lingerie.
Looking forward to so many firsts
Romance can develop later. I’m really interested in putting myself first, Why tie yourself down when you can make your firsts in the best of situations? Some of the best things aren’t planned. Don’t rush that first kiss, first relationship, first hug, first pillow fight. Me? I’m looking for my first hilarious pick up line at the mamak.
Learn to be happy for others
For my friends who are attached, I indulge in their joy as well, because what makes them happy, seeing them so blissful makes me happy myself. I’ve learnt to be happy for those who are fortunate enough to find someone so kind. Hatred only begets to the darkside
Try to stay in
Living in the Klang Valley, I would prefer to escape all the mayhem that night. I’d rather sit down to watch Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion, go to the nearest Starbucks to blog or have fun cooking up a storm in the kitchen with friends. Maybe I’ll tah pau Yong Tau Foo. No point going out when everything you do is just going to burn a hole in your wallet or just give you further stress.
Post Valentine day treats…
ON CHOCOLATES! GO SPEND THAT MONEY ON REALLY GOOD DISCOUNTED CHOCOLATES!!!! *CHEERS AND THROWS CONFFETTI IN THE AIR!*
All right, I may have made one or two snide remarks and laughing at people who are succumbing to the overpriced hi-jinx of clever marketing tactics, However;On a very personal note, I feel that it is completely bloody averse to bottle all the love and sincerity for care into one day. Commercialised? Yes. Then again with the waves of flowers, origami, pink and red stationary how can a girl ignore it? I celebrate it myself. But in my own manner or flavoured with a dash of cynicism and a pinch of sarcasm. I should stop writing or I’ll further deface the day when a Saint was Killed!
I’d just make the best of it Now, where did I put my favourite camwhoring camera?
