My precious.........

Bb bought me a ring the other day cos i lost the previous one for not adhering to safety issues in a pleasantly hot and wet physical activity involving Bb, digging and lots of arching of the face to the sky open-mouthed.

I should be more careful the next time we swim. And Bb swims like a fish...drowning. All splash but no movement. But must give credit for effort. Especially for her i will prepare those cute teeny red floats to attach to her arms.

The sand stole my ring when i made my Sentosa Cove styled sand-bungalow (castles are so last millennium). I dug a nice swimming pool all u noe? Shaped like a nut so i can call it "my kacang pool" to irritate Bb. And did i mention it as a safety issue? Cos i didn't hear the end of it when Bb found out.

ANYWAY, yes, the ring. We got it from a nice little shop at Lot 1. The salesgirl asked if i wanted to have something engraved for an extra $5. it seemed like a wonderful idea so i wrote down PearLyta on a piece of paper for her.

I do not know about you but i don't think my handwriting is anything like a Doctor's cos (1) i take pride in how my handwriting looks as it facilitates effective communication (cheh..listen...and...obey u messy writers) and (2)im no Doctor (unless requested by Bb ofcos).

I was so careful that I even wrote it down very very slowly so as not to screw it up cos the ring we bought was the last one that had my size. But as u can already guess, shit must and most definitely will, happen.

When Bb took the ring from the engraver (heh..Bb wanted me to wait outside while she brought the "surprise gift" out), she was apologizing profusely. Abit odd I thought, shouldn't they be thanking her?

When Bb broke the news to me I couldn't decide on being amused or mad.


My lovely PearLyta had mutated into Pear Lyta. A fruit and a tool for lighting ciggies. Adding insult to injury, the letters were all over the place.

I went in and demanded my refund from Evil Engraver from hell. Evil Engraver blamed it on the Engrave-ee as it had a rounded surface. And the Engraver-er (the innocent machine) for not cooperating.

"So I paid $5 for a mistake that u made? Are you trying to say that I lost $5 just becos Evil Engraver, Engrave-ee and Engraver-er could not get along?" I bellowed tho not in those exact words. "And were u drunk while carving it out?"

Cutting a short argument shorter, I went out of the shop with my $5 and a brand new mutilated ring. "It's not bad unless u look real close." Bb tried consoling me.

Right...

Still, thanks for the wonderful gift Bb dear. Very sweet of u (as always). Btw Bb, to take some positives out of that experience, you have a new nick now. Or two since they're 2 words.

Which nick do u prefer?