post Valentine musings.

I have never observed commercialism at its peak, until this year’s Valentine’s Day.
Sure I’ve been one of those faithfuls who once made that pilgrimage to Dangwa – Manila’s flower mecca – to buy my mom her fave blooms (this year, I bought her a box of Quaker Oats granola bar, same saccharine dosage but half the calories), but this year’s spell of the V-Day surely had everyone frenzied, double time.

Costs of flowers skyrocketed to eye-popping figures. Premium seats to concerts were sold out. Hotels, motels and inns enjoyed brisk bookings and romantic movies surely kept the box office tills banging and ringing. Radio airwaves played a heavy traffic of tunes – ranging from the sentimental to bubblegum pop to achingly alternative. Heck, even the newspapers are thickly inked with everything that is Valentine’s…but I did enjoy that pull-out on love quotes and lines from the movie. Hehehehe
What can I say? I’m a romantic through and through.


I woke up to 15 SMS eager to be popped open and read, all containing greetings and love thoughts – whether it was an original composition or another forwarded snippet, I could only care less. The thing is a lot of people wanted to make me feel special and thought of on the day wherein the “uncoupled” (plain talk:SINGLEs) are either grossly ignored or simply pitied.

I swear, the mad rush (before and) during Valentine’s is starting to give me the creeps.
And it’s not envy, I’ve had my fair share of special V-Day episodes.
It’s just that I’ve noticed that the meaning of “valentine” has been grossly blighted and one’s barometer of “love” is reduced to envious shrills and thrills after receiving a flower bouquet or a box of sweets.

Personally, I think flowers are ultimately romantic…receiving them has always given me the shivers, almost ethereal. Chocolates or whatever sweets that comes with it are welcome bonuses. Both have been muted symbols of affection that is rampantly displayed especially on the love month of February.

Personally, I think, men should not only give flowers and chocolates to their loves during V-Day. Each time spent with their girl friends and important female figures in their lives should be V-Day. Women, I think, should not limit their partner’s affection to perfumed blooms, cute teddies or sweets, maybe it’s high time to acknowledge the small things that guys do but frequently overlooked.

But then, that’s just me.

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It has been said that love transcends all; that the abstraction of this powerful emotion knows no time and is bordered by no boundaries; that love even challenges what is unconventional; that love, which rests in a lover’s heart has a language of its own, and only heart understands it best; that love, for all of its brazen simplicity remains a mystery; that love conquers all.

While some might scoff at the seemingly string of mush, I beg no apologies. You have to agree, there is an undercurrent of truth streaming from it.

Fate? Destiny? Hmmm..it’s time to get up and stop smelling the roses.
Best to acknowledge that the pretty blooms have thorns that pricks the flesh and paves the way for a bloody bleeding.

Hahaha

I saw this item in one of the major dailies on Heart’s Day itself.
One study showed that a good percentage of the population believes in the adage love is blind.
True.

Another sidebar revealed that the torpe guys gets the girls.
True.

That the quiet guy who at times act as the bridge in a courtship (that is yet to bloom, but already has the makings of a disaster) often ends up with the girl in target.

Why? Because individuals are drawn to the needy, the helpless, the seemingly harmless, hapless creature (who would rather be perpetually veiled in the cloud of angst and worries, becoming the emotional vampires that we should really be wary of…unless the ‘torpe’ guy shakes off his constant neediness and grow eggs for a change, but then that’s me) that is the torpe guy.

Why? Because Pinoys are an emotional lot, especially the women.

But Bo Sanchez has the answer, a most beautiful answer in his book How to Find Your One True Love…in a gist, he shared that finding that special someone meant exerting effort in doing so.

Unlike manna from heaven, “my guy” simply won’t fall from the sky.

We should not be looking for the one who’s our exact opposite, because the fleeting fanciness of finding something we do not have in us might cost a heartbreak that knows an unnamed hurt and throbs beyond what is painful.

So, will I fall for a torpe guy? Possible. Especially if it’s Michael Scoffield in line.
Hahahahaha

Nah, seriously?
Tulad nga ng palagi naming pinag-uusapan ni Mamushka, pagkatapos ng mga kanta at tula, kailangan mo ng makakasama, makakausap, makakatawanan at iintindihin ka lalong-lalo na ‘pag dumating ang puntong maski sarili mo ay ‘di mo na maintindihan.

Besides, we should know better, ayt, Chelot?
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