Half of April has already melted. I still haven't posted anything concrete about my summer vacay -- it's just one of two things -- inspiration didn't kick in yet or I'm just plain lazy. But now I suddenly found my writing muse. My princess ring -- which I thought I lost a few weeks ago when I went out with a friend -- found its way back to me. And guess what -- I found it on our househelp's finger. Yes, needless to say, somebody took what wasn't hers. Anyway, I won't delve into the details of how, when and where. What is important is that my ring found its rightful owner.
Okay, what is this ring anyway? And why am I writing about it? I call it my 'princess ring' or my 'soltera ring'. Yes. It's MY RING. Nobody gave it to me. I bought it myself.
You see, a few years ago, January of 2007 if I'm not mistaken, I was strolling by the jewellery shops in SM North EDSA when it caught my eye on the showroom display. For months I have been looking for a suitable ring to put on my left ring finger as the commitment ring from my relationship that just ended came off -- yes, I was looking for a ring to replace the void. I have given up hope in searching for a ring that suits me, until that day I saw it -- the ring that was made for my left finger.
It is made of white gold -- no not silver -- and shaped like a tiara. Which is why I call it my 'princess ring'. And I promised that I'll only take it off if I have finally decided to settle down, and another ring will take its place so I also call it my 'soltera ring'. I will only take it off on my despedida de soltera party.
So there, my ring is back on my finger, where it belongs until...
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