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I know it doesn’t look like it (or does it? whatever.), but I’m a very sentimental person. I put a lot of sentimental value on stuff. As soon as I pay for a ballpen, BAM! There’s a connection between me and the pen. If I lose it 2 hours later, I’ll be depressed like hell. So just imagine me losing something I’ve had for 4 years. Just imagine it being a reminder of my breakup with my girlfriend for 2 years. Just imagine it being a souvenir from a time and place of healing (Cable Car Alabang Town Center, a couple of days from the breakup). Just imagine me not just losing it, it was accidentally smashed into thousands of pieces by an idiot! My heart got smashed too when I got home, only to discover that one very precious artifact from my college days was gone. This is why I hate people touching my stuff. I’ll miss you, Mr. Ashtray. =(

I didn’t even get the chance to take a decent picture of it. =(






