Valentine's Day <---> Friendship Day =)

Updated on 21 Feb 2006.

This was meant to be a Valentine’s Day post. It appears that I’m one week late. I can’t find the time to blog at all. My comments page trails longer than my one sentence “To be updated when I’ve got the time!” temporary post. My friend, reg, had to help me answer to an anonymous reader before I even got to read the comments myself. I had no time to come online for long, not to mention update my blog.

I wasn’t exactly busy with work. Hell yes, I still bring work home to do but I was actually busy remodeling my social life, catching up with good pals I’ve not seen for a few months to a year. I’ve never been in such high spirits and satisfied with my mundane life for a long time.

Ah… I digress as usual. I was supposed to write about my V day. I will write about my not so mundane life some other time.

Well, I’m not going into the all-so-lovey-dovey-ultra-emotional mode like a year ago.

That only happens once in a blue, pink and purple moon. This V day would be our 5th anniversary and our bond has grown even stronger after some setbacks. Like all the other years, kh is out of town again. (I’m really getting used to this.) So as usual, he called on the eve and we chatted till the wee hours. We were both quite sleepy initially. But the more we talked and reminisce about past gaiety, the more we could not end the conversation. We kept recalling our silly times and poking fun at each other, constantly erupting into spontaneous guffaws. We just kept going on and on, laughing and laughing till the 2nd (or was it 3rd?) 1 hour limit cut the line off.

It was simple.

It was good.

I had sweet dreams that night.

The day itself was spent accompanying mum to polyclinic for her follow ups, tutoring C and meeting raine and HER friends for dinner at Settler’s Café.

C’s family was so cute. They were all up and out to see me to the door. They were looking at the clock as if wondering why I gave C the extra 10 minutes tuition time. When I was leaving his place, his little sister grinned at me, his grandpa nodded at me, his very fashionable mum looked at me from head to toe, smiled away and uttered, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy your day!” His grandma came to the door and said,”Qing ren jie kuai le!” and they all stood at the door and waved frantically.

I think they think I’m going on a hot date with kh. Haha!

The MRT at Khatib was rather empty. I could slowly walk to a seat without fear of it being snatched up by some kiasu Singaporeans. The carriage was dotted with uncles and aunties, all on their own. No couples anywhere. The guys probably figured it was more gentlemanly and suave to drive or to hail a cab. Along the journey, some young school kid couples came on. They looked so young that I wondered if they were of legal age to drink. A while later, a stinky man came to sit beside me, disrupting my people watching act, for I had to face the glass panel on the other side for the rest of the journey.

I was to meet raine at Clarke Quay for I don’t know anybody else there. They were all her friends and her friends’ friends. I call this get together a “pseudo matchmaking session”. Raine being an avid “matchmaker” collaborated with her friend to organize a singles day out. I was inadvertently drawn into the picture when raine assumed on her part that I had agreed to go out with her on V day since my bf is out of town. Coincidentally, her fiancé is also out of town, so the basic conception was that we should hang out together on a Valentine’s day. And yes that girl head counted me in and I only knew it the day before.

It was great that I went along. I had great fun. Her friends were all nice people and got along well with each other. In fact, they got along so well and I was confused as to who knows who long before or only on that day. It was truly a friends kinda outing and no moment of awkwardness. Hence, the term “pseudo matchmaking”.

We were so engrossed in this Saboteur game where the objective would be for miners to pave their ways to the gold nugget while the scheming saboteurs well, sabotage their efforts. It was fun lying and acting. But when I became honest, nobody believed me. It seemed that I’m not very well-liked saboteur or miner, as I’m often blocked and even double blocked by people every single game.

The Saboteurs win!


Complementary Crunchies From Settlers.


The people that night... Not quite.


2 more came back... Still not the full group. 1 was out running errands.


Everyone outside Settlers Cafe.


Me, Fran and Raine does a neoprint.



Another one.


That night was fun. Thank you raine, for asking me along and counting me in without my approval. I’m letting you off on that and thanking you sincerely from saving me from another night of V day spent at home. Now I have more friends to add to my social circle. Heh heh!