when I finally write about Valentine

Hm,.. if you read this, the first think that pops up into your mind would be ‘Nia, it’s really cliché!’
Am I right?

Honestly, I didn’t plan to write about it in advance. Remember my last posts about my past and how Jesus found me back? I supposed to write about it – continuing my last stories – especially for my attentive readers.

What happened was I read Val’s blog, and I found out similarity between us –never celebrating valentine. I dunno how Val’s valentine’s day so far: has she ever got anything, or has she fallen in love on Valentine’s Day? Anyway, mine was not actually too bad.

As a teenager (Could I claim that I am an adult now?), I’d received some ‘things’ on Valentine’s Day. Hm,.. I shouldn’t describe it specifically, but it’d been a precious high-school moment.

What similar between my love life and Val’s is we’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day with our boyfriend (right, Val?).

Saaaaddd?!!!
Loser!!

Ha ha ha,.. you might be shocked, or even worse you might think that I (or maybe my boyfriend) was a loser.

I am not actually a romantic person. I never think Valentine is a special moment for me personally. In my love life, I always say that ‘everyday is a Valentine’. Cliché tho! Yet, I don’t really care about it. In Indonesia, even though people celebrate it, they don’t really mean it. You know what I mean? Here, in western culture, people celebrate it as they celebrate Christmas; it is something important.

Still, if someone gives you a thing for Valentine, it might ‘move’ your heart. CMIIW (Correct me if I’m wrong)! You might think Valentine is ridiculous, but imagine, if a guy, that you might have fancied for a long time, comes to your house, gives you a bouquet of roses, or a box of chocolate (it’s a must present for Nia :P), would you say ‘Fool you, Valentine is stupid. Why you spend your money for such a thing!’?

I bet you wouldn't. Would you?

What if I tell you that I’ve once said the phrase above? Would you pay me my dinner for the whole next month, or maybe treat me in Pathe (cinema in the Netherlands)? Okay, Deal! (one-side agreement really :P)

I’VE DONE IT!

Sad huh? It was literally my fault.
I remember it was a week (or two) before Valentine’s Day. Everybody was so busy spreading brochures for Valentine presents: Teddy Bear, chocolates, heart cushions, flowers, etc. I was okay. I didn’t think it was ridiculous, but it was indeed meaningless for me.

At that time, I’d already had a boyfriend (the same I have now J). I knew he was similar type of me: unromantic person. In my opinion, we were unique, very unique. I was ‘proud’ of our relationship because we were different than others: not doing those Valentine thingy. We were easy going, not always intimately in love.

Suddenly, I overheard his conversation with his classmate. He was sort of preparing surprise for Valentine’s Day. I was surprised. When his classmate knew I overheard their conversation, he said that my boyfriend (I assume you know his name) would do something on Valentine’s Day.

You know what I did?
I said spontaneously “What? Are you crazy? No way! Don’t say that you’re serious! What for?”

First, I might think that he made a joke - if it wasn’t, I would still think that it was ridiculous.

(On Valentine’s Day, there was indeed nothing happened.)

In the end, my feminine-gene came out (too late) and I realized that I’d done wrong.
I, then, realized that it could be nice getting something from a special person on Valentine’s Day. As I told you before, I’d received things from some people for Valentine presents; yet they were not special, because I wasn’t in love with the givers. At that moment, my boyfriend would actually give me something (maybe even had prepared something special like dinner or something like that), and stupidly, I rejected it.

Fool, huh?

Ha ha ha,.. now I couldn’t turn back the time.
I would never (I assume) receive anything on Valentine’s Day anymore, since he knows (and has learned from his experience) that I ‘hate’ Valentine.

I am 99% sure he wouldn’t read this blog, so I don’t have to be ashamed (unless one of you tell him my secret)

Sad.
It doesn’t mean I mind about it.
I am still okay (could be that I am pretending); I don’t think Valentine is special.
'Till now, we've never been celebrating Valentine.
because of me, really.

Yet, if you want to send me cards, or even better, a box of chocolate (request: Fererro Roche, please, hehehe), you are very, very welcome.