in a few hours time the day that singles around the world dread will arrive with the first chime of the bells. don't be mistaken, i am in no way emphatatic or sympathatic of myself. there's no reason for me to feel that way anyway. thinking back of the days in vjc, of the manner we celebrate this exclusively special day, it seemed to be more of a watered down version of the romantic dinners held at posh restaurants. but those days were good. dedications to classes, teachers, special people of which i had no part in were naturally heard at the defunct lion dance room. loudspeakers boom as crooners belt out their ballads, it was fun. *chuckles, yes it was fun.

i once loved, but now lost it

there's no space for you, or them.

it's just a table for one, then...

thank you.