It isn't much of a pleasant event that I'd like to replay in my mind. But as a note to jot it down for me to remind myself not to be so lazy and complacent with my surroundings. I left my esprit handbag, which was actually my mom's, my beautiful most precious Diana F+ with Penang film in it, and my shattered compact powder along with its refill kit. Damns.
It took me back to the year 2005 when our family was touring europe and I had left a plastic bag which contained my newly bought overcoat in it, only to find the car window shattered to pieces the next morning after breakfast. I shoved my face in my muffler, pretending that the cold wind was sharp on my face when really I was crying for being so careless. F would probably laugh at this, but he laughs in the face of everything except for death, I guess.
Let's learn the meaning of 'don't be like a frog in a pot.'
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