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. =(
LOL! mauunawaan ko yung isang blagistang hindi pinoy na hindi daw makapagblog dahil sa namatay yung alagang aso for 6 years e pero ASHTRAY NA NABASAG? lol!! kakadepressed nga yan tsk tsk tsk….nakikiramay ako…goodbye MR. ASHTRAY!
That’s actually kinda sad. Does this mean you’re gonna through the five stages of grief?
@Ann: Actually, I’m nearly finished. I spent around 10 minutes in denial, anger, and bargaining. I just ended my 1-day depression stage. I’m starting to accept this terrible loss.
Sorry about your loss, dude. We have to drink it off on Saturday.
Imagination mo lang man na may Mr Ashtray ka.
@Ade: Mwahugz!
@LOLga: But he is real! … WAS. He was real. =(
Just remember that your loss is Ashtray Heaven's gain. May Ashtray God dry your tears.
Stuff daw. STUFFS kaya!
[...] much attention on the news, even the silly ones, and I even started my own bucket list. Losing an ashtray with an extremely sentimental value didn’t help. Man, I miss that ashtray. [...]