I love boxes. Sometimes when being given gifts, I tend to gush over at how c
ool the box is (at times even overlooking the gift itself). But that’s practically because I see the potential of the box to house some of the memories I hold dear. These boxes slowly become my own bank, with me depositing little memorabilia from my not so ordinary life.
To most they are mere trash, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my dad accidentally throws them all away. But to me, they’re 
some of my priceless treasures. Sentimental, am I not? I tend to scare myself sometimes. But no, I’m no emo like some people I know (ehem ehem, calling that one person who ORIGINALLY called me “ewoks” – me araw ka din).
I’ve recently placed new additions to my (endlessly) growing collection. And looking at these boxes I sometimes find myself in a bit of a pensive state, reminiscing over past events, giggling over unusual memories.
Most of them are just letters from high school friends, college barkadas, relatives and (ehem ehem) some suitors (seryoso, though I’ve burned some of them already, lol).
One box would contain letters, the other one some greeting cards, and another random things I grabbed from a particular event. Some of my most favourite collection would be my affirmation 
cards from high school, a box of love letters (plus one letter telling me na basted ako, haha), my most priced shells, and some other little mementos (what’s left of an eye glass from my first frat fight – regretted this, promise; paint balls; bracelets’ stickers; keychains; a cassette tape of some songs I wrote during highschool... etc.).
Everytime I'd move to a new room, or a new house even, these are those items which I NEVER leave behind nor throw away. These are the things that I’d like to keep as memories… good days… happy times… (and hindi ako emo!)… forever keepsakes… basta.
So… do you have your own treasured trash like mine? Tell me about yours… (I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours, lol – ang corny ko!). ---------------------------------
Oh saturday... Oh saturday... what emotions you've stirred in me...
Slowly you stipped off your shirt to pave way for sunday...
Thrice you teased me... and with all my might, I looked away...
Ooohhh. you wouldn't want to know what raced through my mind that time...
Oh resistance... how strong you were that time to help...
when I wanted to grab saturday and drag saturday to places of solitude...
Rape... oh yes... that's the term. Good thing tomorrow's sunday.
Good thing tomorrow's Sunday...
Bukas nalang ako magwowork...
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To the Chubaka arts: Thanks thanks. uber thanks! Love the drawing. Ituloy mo kaya ito tapos isali mo sa mga kontest? hehe. Ipaliwanag mo nga pala sakin next time na magkita tayo kung me ibig sabihin kada parte nung drawing.
To Kuya emo: hehe. na-tats naman ako dito. Me teddy bear pa. Pambawi daw sa pagtawag sakin ng ewoks. Pero hindi ka padin ligtas. I-lalaminate ko na sana pero na realise ko di mo nasignan or kung ano man. So dadalhin ko ulit pag nagkita tayo. thanks thanks ng sobra sobra. hehe. 
Ang mahiwagang pakete: salamat ng madami. sobrang nahihiya nako ng sobra sobra. di ko nmn burdey. Pag me okasyon nalang ha? hehe. salamat salamat. sobrang naapreciate ko lahat.
