Of Rings That Don't Fit

One of my favorite things is when something I order online finally arrives. Two weeks ago, though, I received a notice from the post office that actually didn't spark any bit of excitement in me. It was the second notice already, and I couldn't even remember getting a first, but I didn't mind going to the post office to claim the package because first, I was busy with my thesis, and second, I had no idea what the package was (the latter I now see as a stupid reason). I received a THIRD notice in the mail yesterday and finally decided to drive myself downtown to the post office, with a great hope that the package I was about to claim contained something really expensive and/or amazing and/or rare from a generous anonymous person.

I finally got the brown envelope and had to contain myself from tearing it right away because I wanted to document the, say, "unboxing":

 Bubble wrap (that I still have not popped):

 

The package turned out to contain 5 rings that I had ordered from Singapore last... May (so much for my hopes of receiving something expensive and/or amazing and/or rare). Yes, these finger accessories had been waiting to be claimed for about 4 months.

UNFORTUNATELY, they actually didn't fit my Mickey Mouse fingers, so I decided to sell them (my sister, however, claimed ownership of the Darth Vader one). Depressed at how I had to let go of the rings, I ordered myself a mid-afternoon snack in Casino Espanol that I'm sure a normal person would consider to be a full meal (soup + salad + chips + roast beef sandwich + sans rival for just PHP 165!)...

...while my sister had a Carbonara

This post may not be of any significance to you, but I've gained quite a few lessons: don't get your expectations too high lest you want to get disappointed and typing on a laptop is not considered as adequate finger exercise.