for all the suckers, oops, no, lovers out there, here's wishing you a happy valentine week:

VALENTINE

Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

Carol Ann Duffy

ok, don't know how to put this, but this is another highly amusing episode..
see, i find this guy in chinese class (hereby known as j) cute.the disturbing fact is, he looks like ta, and (here's the really sordid part), according to countless people, i look like ta, so, by proxy, the guy i find cute (j) looks like me. muahahah, this brings us to a whole new level of narcissim, doesn't it? the person i love most is....tada!! myself!!!..yay, seems like i haven't got any major self-esteem problems.it's always a pleasure to reaffirm tt. finished watching a prog on discovery yesterday (sexual chemistry), quite interesting really.it places the whole chemistry thing in a primal, scientific perspective (sounds somewhat paradoxical, but tt's why the prog's interesting).it's been proven tt pple are attracted to others who look like themselves.(which is true, since i'm only taking j at face value, we haven't even had a decent conversation yet, but i don't think i'll like his personality v. much => hallmarks of classic acs(I) boy...too flirtatious,egoistical,etc
anyway, back to the prog...mentioned the golden ratio, which i had given up trying to calculate yrs back, but, took to another (crude) measurement of "beauty":symmetry.spent considerable amt of time (10 min)trying to find out if my mug is symmetrical.gave up too, cos i think u need the help of a computer with this one.lol.
ah yes, the topic of valentine's day..whatever, have decided to adopt a cynical standpoint...crass commercialisation blah blah blah...apologies to all hopeless (in all senses of the word) romantics out there, but seriously, $25 for a stalk of roses?!?!?and it doesnt even talk!the rose, i mean, not the guy, though some might beg to differ...ah well, nvmind.been playing love consultant to quite a no. of ppl..hahaha, enjoying it a bit....(tw bursts out laughing at this moment)the cheap thrill of potentially dictating another person's love life is always appealing. muahaha..tw can't stop guffawing...can't stop.....ok, stopped.
anway, back to the topic (this line has been used too often for comfort, i shall either stop digressing or find a more stylish way of reminding myself to stop crapping), all the lovestruck pple ard me are hysterical...the way they moan, wail, weep etc on abt their lovers (does another less eroticized synonym exist?) is really hilarious...the gd thing is, it puts off the whole notion of "love", so thankfully, i take pride in not succumbing to the "throes of passion" (i almost expect myself to crank out some erotic prose at this juncture). i shall now take this opp. to campaign for celibacy!!!yeah!!!anyway, i hope i don't dish out (too) crappy advice...lol.i'm not taking this too seriously, am i?