» July 27, 2013 / -12:32 AM

This morning, my friend asked me whether I still keep one of his stuff or not.

I borrow it 4 years ago and haven't had a chance to return it so I was happy to know that he still remember that I still keep his stuff. He promised to take it after Idul Fitri.

I remember he got it from his ex-girlfriend who also my friend for his birthday when we're in high school. I helped my friend looking for it which at that time was one of the rarest and pricey item on Kaskus. Even I can't find the same stuff again nowadays.

I believe, in every item that we treasured, there's a trace of memories.
The one who gave it, the message, the occasion. It's all there.

Every time we see it, one by one the memories will appear.
And the value is bigger than what money can offer...