February Fourteen.

Never liked Valentine's Day.

Cos for various reasons, I've never celebrated it with anyone. 

Sour-grape mentality, you may call it. 

The enchanting story of the sympathetic, heroic and romantic icon, Saint Valentine, sacrificing himself for the love of forbidden couples; 

the saccharine lines that wrapped around the tender tunes from my music list; 

and the profound and poetic words of Tsangyang Gyatso, 300 years ago. 

Things like these make me almost wanting to worship love again.

Almost. 

Unintentionally, the door was open; intentionally, it was shut again. 

Should I sigh or celebrate? 

No one loves me more than I do, so here's a Vday present for myself :)
From the scenic and romantic alley of St Augustine, February 12. 

Recipe for love:

A dash of dream,

A pinch of passion,

A spoon of sharing,

A heap of happiness. 

Peacefully and serenely, the day strolls by. 

Morning classes and afternoon readings. Exam in the evening. 

I did fall in love. With the quaint and picturesque St Augustine. 

It was a fascinating one-night-stand that I would never forget. ;)

Sneak preview :)