Happy Hearts Day

Luna gave me the idea of naming this post as such. It’s definitely a nice name, an alternative for Valentine’s.

Eight years ago I liked a guy. He said I smelled like a cat.
Seven years ago I liked a guy. He liked someone else.
Five years ago I liked a guy. I got him a rose and he threw it back in my face. Jerk.
Four years ago I liked a guy. He rejected me.

I don’t know why people let these things get to them. These things are in the past, just let them go. Just because Valentine’s Day reminds you of some crap that happened in the past – do not let them get to you. The past is there for a reason, and why should the fact that you were rejected make you feel so down every time February the 14th rolls around? This is the way I see it – I deserved better than those people who hurt me with regards to love. I deserved better, and got better, and now I have James. โ™ฅ๏ธ

If I didn’t have James, I still have Lilian, and she’s my best friend. Never had a fight in all of eight years we’ve known each other. In those eight years more than just four incidents occurred in which a guy I liked did not like me back. And Lilian was there for me, and still is. ๐ŸŒน

It’s a day of love, but it’s not just about a lover or a significant other. It is also about the friends you love, your family, the things you love, and the games you love (yes Dylan, CoD ๐Ÿ˜„).

I haven’t spent a single Valentine’s Day doing something special with James. He comes back from Hong Kong tomorrow, and we’re going to have breakfast together. For those who do have someone, you don’t need a special day to celebrate love. It can be any day. I love the spontaneity when James and I choose a day to go out – be it a random Saturday or an afternoon after university – and just go out to a nice restaurant or to a museum or anything like that. ๐Ÿ™‚

This layout is staying up for Valentine’s day but soon I am changing it; I know it’s been up for nearly six months.

My boss gave me and my friends at work chocolate in the shape of hearts. See; she was incredibly thankful for our hard work and wanted to give us a small gift.

The family car has been playing up again (I am sure Chiui is amused by my car problems all the time), so my dad took it for repairs. They still haven’t found the problem. I had to catch a bus to work. I was waiting for about 20 minutes and it was nearly time for work to start… and the bus did not come.

I started walking instead. Normally it would take 45 minutes, but I ran a little. On the way I bloodied the inside of my foot, near my toe, on some concrete. ๐Ÿ˜ž It stung but I went on walking. I put weight on the outside of my foot so that I wouldn’t be putting pressure near the bloody wound. My boss was nice enough to give me a cute bandaid (pictures on my photoblog!) and some antiseptic cream when I finally got to work.

It didn’t take 45 minutes. It took about 15. My friend in high school said I had good endurance. I’m a shitty runner and I’m not fast, but because my endurance is good I can do long-distance running much better.

I was about 15 minutes late to work but my boss didn’t seem to mind. My dad walked to my workplace and walked home with me. He had brought a pair of proper shoes, as I was wearing sandals. ๐Ÿ™‚ I got home and discovered the outside of my foot had a blister from all the weight I put on it.

Oh you can’t win. ๐Ÿ˜›

Happy Hearts Day! โ™ฅ๏ธ

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