i lost my favorite hanky. sadness. clumsy me. it is in my favorite shade of green with little bears in it. it's my fault, i admit. jeez. i hate losing something because i know how it feels. i'll be in agony for days looking for it or blaming reckless me. the worst is being reminded of its loss everytime i'll see anything that reminds me of it. argh! that's why i'm so careful with my things. although sometimes however careful i may be, there will always come a moment when negligence slips in and whips havoc on my sanity. but just as what the saying goes if a door closes, a window will open or something to that effect. heh! so after some days of agonizing over the lost hanky, my last lost something resurfaced. that prepaid mrt card i thought i’ve left in the slot on my way out the buendia station on one of my visit to paseo. i was running late that morning, so as soon as i was collected in the office and was able to put my things in order, that card was gone. i’ve searched my pockets, jacket and bag for it. after rummaging through my things i got exhausted tracking back where i might have dropped it. right then i’ve accepted the fact that it was really gone. but i found it today! it turned out that it was inside the secret pocket of the jacket i used that day! how could that happened? when in fact i’ve turned those pockets inside out. weird huh?! oh well, i’m still sad about that hanky. huhu.
