i lost my ring yesterday, it must have slipped off my finger in the heavy downpour, silly me - i only realised the naked finger after comfortably sitting myself in the humble one room apartment belonging to the sweet hokkien woman who plied us with winter melon tea and juicy chinese apples, three for one dollar she says

hell, it was all i could do to wait for us to be done with our interviews before i retraced my steps in the rain, but always, with a growing disbelief in my heart that i'll ever find it, i mean, what are the chances right,

the ring was of insignificant value in money terms, but as echoed by many who's lost something sentimental, as cliched as it sound, you can't put a price to good memories

so i walked, from pavement to staircase to grass patch, with my mates, looking for the shiny sparkle that would reflect the sliver of sunlight from the skies, all the while the rain kept on her steady drizzle

i'm never for dramatics, and this is definitely an indulgence, but i found my ring, in a side drain, wedge between pieces of graphite, and nothing else looked more beautiful at that moment,  ¶ 1:44 am