Virgin no more...

I was breaking out in cold sweat. All four of them were trying to pin me down. Two of them went to guard at the door to prevent my escape. They put me on a seat. There was a lot of chattering, all trying to calm me down. I couldn't do it. I wasn't mentally prepared.

After a fair bit of reassurance that it wouldn't hurt, I finally decided to get over and be done with it. After all, it appeared there was no way out.

"OK."

"1,2, 3."

In it went, through my flesh, bringing along the shock that travelled through my body. It was very painful, contrary to what I was told earlier.

"yeah!!"

"Good girl! Good girl!"

"You did it!"

I was, by then, almost teary.

And from then on, my ears, are virgin no more.

Just in case you're wondering why I made such a big hoo-haa about the piercing of ears (where millions of the people on this globe had experienced), let me tell you a story; the one that explains my phobia for ear piercing.

When I was a little girl (around 6 years old), I went shopping with my mommy and when we passed by the jewellery section at OG, my mom asked me if I wanted to pierce my ears. I didn't understand what it meant, but we ended up queueing up anyway and we were the next in line. There was a little girl, my age, in front of me. After the "snap" sound, all I heard was a string of wailing and bawling. That little girl cried so loud that even now, I can still hear her scream.

That was when I told myself, that ear piercing "is very, very, very painful. I must always remember this. So that I will never pierce my ears."

Just when I thought my ears will stay virgin till the time I lay in a coffin, I decided that they need some ornamentation on the biggest day of my life. While love conquers all, vanity, conquers fear.

By the way, the people who "dragged" me into the jewellery shop was a bunch of ex-colleagues. They pacified and "tricked" me into getting it done and throughout the ten minutes we were there, they were noisy throughout, with their words of comfort, reassurance and motivation. I didn't know whether to feel grateful for their over-enthusiasm or embarrassed for the unnecessary attention they were inviting. Although I do think that they actually enjoyed putting me through the ordeal.

Needless to say, I'm never going back to the same jeweller.

On a semi-final note, I have to say that I'm pretty disappointed that none of my friends appeared to have noticed the difference in my ears. Hell, I thought I actually look a bit better. It sounds crazy, but it's true.

On a final note, please be advised that all of you, regardless of whether we're friends or foes, are welcome to buy me earrings. Price doesn't matter. Anytime. Everyday is my birthday.