single-sensitive

in the 30 years of my life (yeah, admitting i'm 30) i have to say that one of the suckiest days of the year is valentine's day. even now, having someone to celebrate it with, i find it to be an overmarketed, overpriced, floral and hallmark holiday. (and that's bad if i say it, bc i love hallmark).

one thing that alan and i have vowed, being 2 people who have been single for almost our entire lives, is to be sensitive to singles around us. and i hope we remember that, even when the memories of being lonely and waiting around/getting rejected fade away.

it really bothers me when people flaunt their relationships, particularly in settings (uh, like small group) where there are a lot of singles - particularly older singles. that's just not cool.

aside from the fact that i'm not really into pda to begin with, alan has learned not to be offended when i elbow him or shrug him off when he puts his arm around me or wants to hold my hand sometimes. sometimes it's because i'm embarassed, but more often because i just don't feel the need to make other people more acutely aware that they're single.

we actually contemplating hanging out with our single friends on valentine's day instead of celebrating it - which i guess in restrospect we ended up doing inadvertantly because we went to the dojang and worked out. we did happen to go out on saturday and have a nice dinner and do some special things that he planned out (good job, dude) but really, who needs to know about all that stuff? certainly not facebook and all the pictures of roses and homemade dinners that girls post up. i'm happy for them, but i guess i just feel like it's a bit insensitive.

haha maybe i'm still a bitter single woman on the inside. some things are hard to let go of...=)

desert island

alan asked me what i would take to a desert island, if i was stuck on it for the rest of my life - assuming that food and shelter would be somehow attainable on the island.

he shot down my magical "internet connection" solution, by which i could stay connected to the outside world (and get myself off the island, perhaps with the assistance of google maps).

so my next best solution was ... tabasco sauce. figured, if there's enough edible substance to stay alive, may as well bring a contingency plan to make sure i can eat whatever there is to eat.