Wherever I go, I always bring me the pen that she gave me... and the little sea shell she picked up on beach in Bantayan and gave me..
.. did a stupid thing a long while back, kept as souvenir an empty cal .45 shell, which I eventually gave her, as token of my promise never to do it again..
.. kept the shoes I wore on my board exams..
Little things that may not have significant value, but trigger in me blunt memories of a distant, sometimes dark past...
.........any thing that means a lot to you too?