Super hilig ko sa bracelets, meaning, any variety. As in kahit anong isunusuot sa kamay. I am in love with those tiny pieces of art. Any friend of mine can attest to that. I pile them up all over my left hand. Take note, only on my left hand. I know it kinda sounds silly. Three, four, five, or more, it doesn't matter. I like them madami. Sometimes including a watch, but that is very often because I'm not a big fan of looking at the time on my wrist. In other days, I try to be simple and just use this particular band which I sometimes wear with another pink and white bracelet signifying my friendship with my bestfriend, Valerie. We have the same kasi.
This particular band was given to me by Renz. His school's name was printed on it. I wear it because when I do, I feel the connection between the two of us even if we are miles and miles and miles apart. He owned and have worn it before he gave it to me, so it feels like I carry a part of him with me whenever and wherever. I knew it was special to him and I proudly wear it.
Here comes clumsy guada and looses it. I decided to take it off one day after what happened to us. It just makes me sad, miss and think about him more whenever I accidentally glance over it. I slept past 2 am yesterday morning just trying to look for my San Beda College wrist band. I knew I placed it in my green striped bag's side pockets or just in my blue skinny jeans that day. It wasn't made from gold, diamond, pearl, or whatever precious material, but I went ballistic and got depressed. I've searched for it both in my bag and jeans a million times already, so hope was lost that I can ever find it. I hardly accepted the fact that it might have fallen somewhere in school or in the bus and that it is really gone. I thought I can never touch or see it anymore. I cried and just decided to go to sleep already as I have a morning class tomorrow.
The same night, I asked mama if she had seen any red band. She said she did and it was on our small altar. I didn't know how or why it made it's way there, but somehow it did, and it wasn't lost after all. In fact, I'm wearing it now again.
This particular band was given to me by Renz. His school's name was printed on it. I wear it because when I do, I feel the connection between the two of us even if we are miles and miles and miles apart. He owned and have worn it before he gave it to me, so it feels like I carry a part of him with me whenever and wherever. I knew it was special to him and I proudly wear it.
Here comes clumsy guada and looses it. I decided to take it off one day after what happened to us. It just makes me sad, miss and think about him more whenever I accidentally glance over it. I slept past 2 am yesterday morning just trying to look for my San Beda College wrist band. I knew I placed it in my green striped bag's side pockets or just in my blue skinny jeans that day. It wasn't made from gold, diamond, pearl, or whatever precious material, but I went ballistic and got depressed. I've searched for it both in my bag and jeans a million times already, so hope was lost that I can ever find it. I hardly accepted the fact that it might have fallen somewhere in school or in the bus and that it is really gone. I thought I can never touch or see it anymore. I cried and just decided to go to sleep already as I have a morning class tomorrow.
The same night, I asked mama if she had seen any red band. She said she did and it was on our small altar. I didn't know how or why it made it's way there, but somehow it did, and it wasn't lost after all. In fact, I'm wearing it now again.
The reason why I got so paranoid is because I know deep in my heart that I must not lose or even misplace it. Just because maybe, the person who gave it to me indeed made a big impact on my life, and yes, that dirty yet lovely junk is something that I hold on to.
For some reason, God knows what I treasure and love most, so perhaps, if they get lost, He'd return them to me. That is only if I deserve to have them back.
I know payatot na ako again. Sobra.
I know payatot na ako again. Sobra.
*guada
