I am a university student.

I am contented with my field of choice.

I am doing my Bachlor's Degree in Comunication Studies.

I am a television major.

I am loving every minute of it.

Life is amazingly beautiful!

Cupid Should be Fired!

So, I went blog surfing again- I thought I'd savour my last moments of "freedom" by avoiding doing anything that required me to leave my little palace. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Naveena is finally going back to university after a very very (I cannot stress the word enough!) long break- 6 months to be exact. By george, I swear NEVER to take such a break again. EVER! And so shall begin my journey of becoming a Bachelor of Communication graduate, a television major.

Anyway, back to what I wanted to say, I was blog surfing and I noticed a common thread that ran along those blogs- dissing Valentine's Day and how overrated it's become. Personally, I am all up for the dissing. I mean, for one thing Cupid has been sleeping on his job. Either that, or he's been too stoned to aim those arows where they SHOULD go. Why? Take a peep at the divorce rates in the country and you'll know what I'm talking about. Someone said I should take one of his arrows and shoot it right to his ass- because I apparently have a good aim- so he'll get a taste of his own medicine. Perhaps I should. But that would mean I'd have to find him, which frankly is something I don't want to bother doing.

Then there's this whole red roses and a box of chocolates enchilada. Seriously, why anyone would spend an obscenely large ammount of money on those things, which we all know is half its price a mere 24 hours before and after, is really beyond my comprehension. And while we're at it, let's throw in the "fancy" dinner at a "fancy" restaurant scenario; you know, the one with 50 other couples starring into each others' eyes, ALL saying the same thing, ALL extremely aware that their meals are rediculously overpriced. All this just to impress him/her? Gosh, if I had a boyfriend, he'd be the luckiest fellow because he wouldn't have to bother with that hassle!

Now, having said all that, I have to say that I'm not one of those bitter will-grow-old-and-become-the-cat-lady-in-the-appartment-next-door kind of girl either. In fact, if anything, I'm quite the hopeless romantic. I cried watching A Walk to Remember and The Notebook so that should give you an affirmation =). Allow me to paint you a picture of what I think is the best Valentine's would be:

Place: In a park. Actually, even the couch in the living room would do.
Menu: Spaghetti (because it's comfort food and doesn't take much to prepare) and wine (or beers if you're on a low budget, or champagne if you are feeling particularly generous)
Flower of choice: Daisies or White Lilies
...and a bar of Cadbury Old Gold dark chocolate- without that silly red heart-shaped box.

It's not at all fancy or fashionable or whatever it is you want to call it. I don't care, really. As cliche as this sounds, to me, it is all about the person. I could be stuck in traffic with a very bad selection of songs playing on the radio for all I care but so long as I'm with him, I don't really care. I don't. Seriously. I don't.

So, my point is that Valentine's is sooo not about the overpriced menu or the roses or the heart-shaped boxes or trying to impress the other person. I can understand why many people think it's overrated. It's all about the other person, or at least it should be. It shouldn't be a competition about who can make the other feel more special. It's about just being there and wholy present, spending time with the other person. And if I had that special someone, I'd make the effort to do this at least once a month, not just the 14th of February.

Oh, and I'm fully aware that it's waaay past the 14th of February. My point, I believe, is all the more substantiated. I rest my case.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new year, a new semester, a new begining to fix all that I've stuffed up in the past. More on this another day.

The Smell of Green

I learned someting new today: how to use the lawn mower. Back home (yeah, somehow I can't seem to shake of the fact that home is no longer Kuala Lumpur), I never had much of a lawn to mow- all I had was this green patch of unruly grass growing that we refered to as our "garden". But now, ah, now is a different story altogether. So anyway, I thought I'd give Daddy a break this week since he was helping me fix my curtains and let me tell you, mowing the lawn is NOT a piece of cake. But I actually found myself having a wee bit of fun against all odds. Okay, so it wasn't as bad as I had pictured it to be.

So, about 45 minutes later, I stood at the end of the lawn and breathed in the pride of my work. It was one of the best smells ever: the smell of freshly cut grass plus my great achievement. This, my friends, is the smell of green.

I think I shall give it another go sometime soon.