The Day of Cynical Love

February 14 comes as the day for businesses to bank in on some highly insensible consumers.

Set meals come at super-high inflated prices that you could never think of paying for some grilled dory fish.

A la carte menus are scrapped off the menu, leaving these poor couples with no choice but to indulge in the 3-course meals that would probably go to waste, bearing in mind that the ladies probably do not wish for their tummies to bulge under that gorgeous attire they spent so much effort in.

And of course, the newspapers on Friday will probably be brimming with radiant-looking couples who would have proposed to each other the night before.

And did you hear about the dinner on the tram ride at the Night Safari? I'll give those couples a standing ovation if they manage to keep the food and wine in their stomach by the time the ride ends.

Which brings to mind, just why the hell do people still celebrate such a cliched day for... love??

Everyday should be a Valentine's Day for these couples.

Why bother spending a bomb on all those roses when they are going to wilt and die anyway.

Red will turn brown anyway.

As if you don't know how much money even the market florists would make.

That's why, singles out there should enjoy their singlehood during this day.

Its a day when they can save up on their retail therapy.

Although they may start singing to Celine Dion's "All By Myself", its ok.

You're saving yourself another heartache of smashing your piggy bank.

No, I am not reassuring myself.

In fact, for this year, for the first ever freaking time, I've already decided on joining the inflation period with an already deflated wallet.

And should you ask how much effort I've put in so far, oh you definitely have no idea.

What a freaking lucky guy.