Last night, before I went to bed, I reached out to touch the tip of my right ear. I didn't know why I did that, but I realised that my ear stud was gone. The diamond ear stud. My first diamond that I bought with my first official pay.

Of course I was upset, after all it was my first pair of diamond earrings. I lost the other stud some years back, so that explained the reason why I treasured the remaining stud so much. But it wasn't the first time it had left me.

Lost it once at the hair salon when I removed it to prevent it from getting hooked by the comb. I placed it on the table and it was gone. My stylist found it on the floor. Lost it once again when I was brushing my hair and the earring was hooked by the brush. It flew off and I thought it was gone for good. I found it on the floor. Nearly lost it once again a couple of days ago when I was bathing. I managed to catch it before it dropped.

So you should understand how resigned I was last night when I realised it was gone. Although I had a premonition that it was in the bathroom, I just wasn't keen to find it. I was more upset about my misfortune. Just as I thought lady luck was finally going my way since I had managed to retrieve my previous blog..

I replaced it with another stud. Because it was not as small as my lost stud, I woke up with a sore right ear this morning. Because it was pressing against my ear and was giving me discomfort, I was awoken not once, not twice, but thrice. And each time, I just had to convince myself to sleep on my left side.

I went to bathe shortly after that and it didn't cross my mind to search for my lost stud. When I was done, I saw something on the floor. I bent down and it was my missing stud. It was so near the drain that if I had bathed a little longer, it would probably be washed down.

I picked it up, cleaned it and placed it on my table. And never once did I look at it again.

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I am still wearing the new stud. I don't know whether I will remove the new one and wear the old one again. I guess I am afraid. Afraid of losing the diamond stud again. Afraid of facing disappointment again.

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Mr. Sagittarius is a reckless driver. And a lousy one too. Haha. Was describing the way he drives to Gil the other day and we ended up feeling bad for laughing at him. :)