Today, I was drinking soya bean from a cup.
and what made this experience a little different,
was the fact that it was the cup I wanted to give to Audrey.
Well, like always, I had something up my sleeves, for the future.
So I just bought it a few months before its' scheduled date.
Wanted to gave it during a month-vesarry sort of thingie,
but.. didn't managed to.
So I put it away like most of the other things,
in a box,
in a corner,
away.
Until I saw it again today.
I was honestly shocked, and started panicking,
quickly asked my maid where she found it,
not sure if anyone knew what the initials were for.
She said my mom gave it to her,
because my mom couldn't stand my messy room,
and cleaned it all up, by herself.
what.a.mom.
And I was sort of wondering what should I do with it?
Should I have thrown it out?
Should I have broken it into pieces?
No, I chose to used it.
Mostly because, it's to serve me a reminder.
A reminder of the past 11months of my life, without this girl.
How I changed, how I grew, how I survived, and how I experience life after that.
It was definitely different, but..
I'm here today, telling you,
"I'm better."
Thinking about the time that cup stayed in that corner,
reflects a bit about my life.
About how I kept a part of me in a corner of the world,
so that no one else could ever take a peek of it.
I guess, the only way for it to resurface, and see light once more,
is that a stressed up, annoyed person to clean me up, and sort things into order.
and for now, the cup is doing fine.
I definitely will use it, cause it's useful, in many ways.
and what made this experience a little different,
was the fact that it was the cup I wanted to give to Audrey.
Well, like always, I had something up my sleeves, for the future.
So I just bought it a few months before its' scheduled date.
Wanted to gave it during a month-vesarry sort of thingie,
but.. didn't managed to.
So I put it away like most of the other things,
in a box,
in a corner,
away.
Until I saw it again today.
I was honestly shocked, and started panicking,
quickly asked my maid where she found it,
not sure if anyone knew what the initials were for.
She said my mom gave it to her,
because my mom couldn't stand my messy room,
and cleaned it all up, by herself.
what.a.mom.
And I was sort of wondering what should I do with it?
Should I have thrown it out?
Should I have broken it into pieces?
No, I chose to used it.
Mostly because, it's to serve me a reminder.
A reminder of the past 11months of my life, without this girl.
How I changed, how I grew, how I survived, and how I experience life after that.
It was definitely different, but..
I'm here today, telling you,
"I'm better."
Thinking about the time that cup stayed in that corner,
reflects a bit about my life.
About how I kept a part of me in a corner of the world,
so that no one else could ever take a peek of it.
I guess, the only way for it to resurface, and see light once more,
is that a stressed up, annoyed person to clean me up, and sort things into order.
and for now, the cup is doing fine.
I definitely will use it, cause it's useful, in many ways.
