Umbrella

I lost my umbrella yesterday. It's the umbrella which I shared so many beautiful memories with . A mini size black umbrella which is rather durable, lightweight and pricey. Quality doesn't come cheap nowadays. We had experienced strong winds in Littlehampton, chilly rains in Chichester, heavy snows in Wimbledon, heavy rain in Stoneleigh road, not to forget the striking sun and pouring rain in Ubi Avenue 1. I can imagine how much more I can dwell on it. 

Thinking back, I lost my umbrella when I was chasing the bus along Ubi Road 1, I was on my noise isolating earphone when I was running, despite hearing a sound of something has dropped out from my bag and hit the floor, I chose to ignore and kept running towards the bus stop. As the bus was approaching the bus stop at that instant.  Having had run all the way for about one and a half minutes, I cannot afford to give up and let the bus go as the next bus will probably be 30 minutes later. 

When I boarded the bus, had myself seated comfortably, I found one of the zip underneath my bag was left opened. It was the compartment where I kept my mini lightweight umbrella. It was empty. 

Instantaneously, I wanted to stop on the next bus-stop and return to pick up my beloved umbrella. I wanted my umbrella back so badly. But the tiredness in me had made the harsh decision subconsciously for me. It wasn't optional. I hesitated for a short moment, and the bus had just passed the nearest bus stop. I am on my way back home, umbrellaless. 

Being optimistic, I naively believed the umbrella would probably still lie on the floor near the bus stop the next day and I shall retrieve my umbrella back. But it seems not the case, when I returned to the spot where I lost my umbrella this morning. I searched for my umbrella. Despite being late for about half an hour, I chose to search for my umbrella. It was not that any more. I was lost momentarily in somewhere I am so familiar with which I  can probably walk with my eyes closed. Trying to accept the cruel fact that, from now on, I am separated with my umbrella. 

This wasn't my first encounter of this similar situation recently. 

I separated with Miss E. over Whatsapps, she initiated and I somehow went along with her decision. We were thousands  miles apart when this event actually took part. It wasn't a drastic decision between us. The dullness of our conversation over some period had probably suggested long before. This might not be the right diagnosis, or to cry over spilt milk but is my impression. 

Being in long distance relationship for about 1 year, with some short reunions in between, is not an easy task to handle. Even for the person who had read 'long distance relationship for dummies'. The idea of maintaining a relationship through Skype, Facebook and Whatsapps seems to be impossible for the long run. 

I feel so much better now to have written some of my feelings on this blog.

So what is up for weekends? 

I will be meeting up with Low read learn, tonight. I heard that he has got promoted and would like to treat us a dinner tonight in Ang Mo Kio.I am happy for him as he was just promoted within his company. Also, I am honoured to be invited to a meal by someone whom I had spent little time with when we were both in Kota Kinabalu. The feeling to be able to catch up some KK friends tonight seems to be rather interesting.  Maybe I had spent too much time with my own group when I was young.

Looking forward to the meal tonight. :)