lost and found
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
I can run!
I never knew I could run so quickly.
People(and animals) run for many reasons, they run when they are:
1. Restrained
2. Cornered
3. Frightened
Eventful day yesterday, went to Rachel's place for Canon and rushed back to woodlands for dinner.
Mickey grunted a greeting when he saw me, instead of appreciating my punctuality.( Yes I was!But he was early)
His face was just about as dark as his black top.
After a series of merry-go-round we ended up screaming at each other angrily in the middle of Causeway Point where people brushed past us, staring at us in curiosity.
And I always thought people who openly scream/yell/shout/fight in public were just plain rude and doing nothing but embarrass themselves.
I was suddenly one of them, and I found out when you're the one who is hopping mad, smelly, sticky, frustrated, and feeling plain blah you just can't be bothered anymore. Yes, while I am having my fit I can still sense that everyone is staring. The only thing I am concerned about at that point of time is to get my message across to the person who is on the receiving end.
He didn't spare me his either.
We cooled down quickly after our outburst, and we back to being the regular couple. With some cajoling from him, nonetheless.
Later while watching TV, he picked up my hand and started to massage them, only to recoil in horror when he saw my finger short of a strip of silver glimering metal.
And me, sinking in the initial pampering was, well, sinking into my sofa seat already, didn't quite realise it. 'WHERE'S YOUR RING?!' He shook me. I didn't quite believe my eyes as I looked at my right hand, back to my left hand, and back right to determine that my ring was really missing.
I hopped out of my seat and ran to the crumpled blue jeans sitting in my toilet floor, rummaged through my pockets(I removed them was I was working at Canon Proj). And finally felt the ultimate sense of dread fill my chest as I walked back to him to annouce our loss.
He maintained a glum face for the rest of the night.
I smsed Rachie and asked her to keep a look out for a silver something. She was very helpful and even got Daisy to help.
He left for home and I begged him to search for my ring along the way. He made a face and closed the lift door at my face.
On an impulse, I went down and ran after him, but as he saw me, he tried to grab and stop me in my tracks. I ducked from his hands and bolted across the road, and I saw a bright light shine my eyes.
I heard cars screeching and honking.
and a strobe of brighter light shone in my way, and I saw a figure beckon me towards the light.
Oh I'm in heaven!
and blogging away in heaven's lab(it's pretty high tech there...)
Hell no.
On an impulse, I went down and ran after him, but as he saw me, he tried to grab and stop me in my tracks. I ducked from his groping hands and bolted across the road, across the junction.
I ran to the Night market area where I thought I might dropped it.
I didn't find it.
He arrived 10 mins after me, and boy, did he look pissed.
He yelled at me (again) for running across roads like a mad woman.
Yell yell scream, stomps away from each other.
SO DRAMA-MAMA.
I should have grabbed and kissed him in his angry head then.
HA!
Kelly G
4:42 PM
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