She was born on Heart’s day ♥, when flowers’ price suddenly skyrocket and lovers culminate the day in the evening in an over-advertised room packages good for the night only. I met her in high school and we got accustomed and close (together with her doll-styled backpack) when we became classmates in 3rd year and seatmates in 4th year.

She was a good student, a nice friend, a hilarious company – we laugh until we ran out of breath! But we would not run out of true and false fiction stories to share, and one of the many things she exposed was about her real name, which later became the center of our laughs. We thought she was just joking, so we continued teasing her with her real name until our comedies would become brouhaha to her.

She soon showed me her birth certificate that reveals her real identity. She seemed unhappy, no matter how I told her that her name is a classic and unique. I also told her that it is very expensive to change names and a hassle to use back the original ones when altering school records and diplomas – a case happened to my sister’s.

My! Whatever she is named, she should be, at least, proud of it. According to Wikipedia, Valentina is “an Italian and Slavic feminine name.” But maybe she just doesn’t want to be among the most successful people (a fashion designer, model, musician, singer, wrestler, and fencer) bearing that name.

Well, I can’t blame her for hating that. She did not choose to be baptized with that name in the first place.