Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day for the single people to scorn the ones in relationships; and for the ones in relationships to nauseate the general public with lovey dovey Facebook updates and that excruciatingly enamored look that they can’t seem to wipe off their faces. I am one of the latter.
My boyfriend got me my favorite pineapple buns from Imperial Inn in Chinatown, which he crammed into heart-shaped containers. This came with flowers and a card with a lovey dovey note. Cute. Simple. Just the way I like it. 
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