The title of this post is Kapampangan for “I have a ring.” Or in my case, “I had a ring.” Today I spent a considerable amount of time mulling over the silver ring that I lost more than a month ago.
I had it on last before I got that massage on June 21st (I remember the day because that was the day before my brother’s wedding). I took it off and placed it in one of the pockets of my bag and forgot all about it. I was only reminded to look for it that night I went out with the girls when Riz started taking photos of Liz’s engagement ring. I didn’t panic that night yet, I told Mae I was gonna deal with my bag when I get home. Now I’ve rummaged my bag for the nth time and found no sign of the ring. It must have fallen off somewhere along the way. Whatta scatterbrain this Joni is.
That ring was not a engagement ring, a promise ring or anything like that. And it certainly was not a wedding ring. It was the ring that my aunt gave me when I was just 10 years old. Back then it only fit in my thumb, then years later, I moved it to my left ring finger — no significance there, it’s just where it fits best. Some people I just met were intrigued by it, I even received a lot of questions when I was at this month-long summer camp in Cebu five years ago, like “Who’s the unlucky man?” Lol. I always just answered that I’ve had the ring since I was in elementary, it was like a part of my body already — they usually stop badgering or teasing me after that. The ring was just naturally there in my finger that I didn’t notice it anymore. Which is why it took a long time before I realized it was missing.
Ah, this is a moot point anyway. I just wanted to share my frustration. I’m gonna miss my favorite silver ring. I know it may not be worth that much (at the jewelry store) but it meant something sentimental to me. I’ve had it for 14 years! Give or take a few months, heh. Now I only have the fast-fading tan line on my left ring finger to prove that it existed.
