Kinda weird though, coz two days before this happened, when I was sipping my coffee, i held my mug tightly in my lil hands and felt like it was the last time that I'd be able to fill it with coffee. I don't exactly know how to put it into words but I was so sure it was gonna break...soon. And yeah, awhile ago, it happened. And it was a remarkable fall.. no it flew, actually.. from our sala set to the kitchen sink. If you have been to our house you would probably know that it's quite far for such an incident. But yeah.. it's gone. And no matter how I have already "expected" (not that I would really like to use that word) it to happen; I wasn't just ready for that very moment when it happened.
I kinda hate the fact that I'm so good in breaking things. I hear a lot from my mom regarding this, since I was a kid. Probably, I could've broken a set or two of plates and drinking glasses. I hate it. I especially hate the feeling of staring at it on the floor and picking up the pieces, which I have cut myself with many times. I just hate it.
But as what my very good friend had put it; "it's time to let go of old things to make room for new ones."
I hope you get a new mug soon =)
ReplyDeleteThanks Yen! :) I have gotten one for myself. :)
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