I'm back! Phuket was both amazing and revelational. "Amazing" in the good way amazing is suppose to be, but "revelational" in one of the most heart-wrenching manners imaginable.

Ok, so I spent Valentines in Phuket. In retrospect, I've never had a decent Valentines. When I was back in secondary, trainings always happen to fall on Vday. Like always. I think my coach wouldn't allow anybody to go galavanting around with whomever we wanted to because he wasn't getting any or something, so we were all forced to spend the day with him. PFFT.

The Valentines after my secondary days, I caught a fever. Why it's so clear is because I remember being out with this boy I had a little thing for, my first year seeing a guy after so many years of being crooked, and I started to feel feverish in the middle of Orchard Road. Under the burning sun, donned in an embarrassing girly pink white combi, frowning away at the heat. I can't remember what that boy did in attempt to rescue me from my discomfort. Must've been nothing at all since I don't recall anything besides pining for my air conditioning and my bed, and eventually getting there all by my lonesome.

My 18th year, well, truth be told, I don't seem to be able to recall anything at all about that one. Must've been at home sayanging myself to sleep, hoping the day'd pass sooner.

Last year's Cupid's day. Sigh. Don't even get me started. Possibly the worst Vday ever caused by the person I thought would always hold my heart in the most gentle yet secure little grip. People think wrong on a lot of things.

And this year's. Hmmm, this year's. It wasn't the typical way u'd imagine Valentines, but I guess the whole point's to be doing things together right? But nevermind that. Just 1 sentence to sum it all up (and perhaps the boys', and ok girls', whose hearts I've broken, or tampered with, whether a little or a lot may now rejoice), "It didn't end fantastically".

I think Valentines is jinxed, or I am. Phooey to those who celebrate with all joy and happiness and love on Valentines. Phooey to them who've always had the luck of spending the ideal Vday. Phoooeyyy. :(

Here, this year's whithering little flower.