Lost, not found

In my family, I've once been tagged as someone who loses or misplaces a lot of stuff. I think I lost 2 colemans back in highschool in the span of 1 week. Back then, I didn't really care about drinking water. I lost them with no remorse whatsover, just another heavy thing off my back.

Come college, I started losing umbrellas. When it rains, you have to let them dry outside the classroom. Now the tricky part is, you have to remember to get them after class, even if the sun is already shining outside. My worst experience was when I bought a new umbrella after I lost the old one, only to lose the new umbrella after using it once. It sucks, I know.

What really sucks is when you lose something of value. Sometimes, for the monetary amount, but most of the time, for the memories and sentimental things you attach to it. I lost an anklet from Galera that Sarah gave me. Funny thing is, I also lost it in Galera. I was sad losing it as I've worn it everyday since I got it.

When I started working, my rosary fell off my pocket in an FX. Sharing the incident to Miki over YM, I was starting to cry a bit. I received that rosary on my first communion and praying with it really helped me through the hardest times. It's really sad that I lost it, but I just hope it still helps someone get through life's daily challenges.

Tonight, as I was preparing for bed, I realized that I lost one of my pseudo-diamond earrings. I bought them with my first paycheck from my on-the-job training. They were supposed to be a reminder of my first work experience. I've worn them almost everyday since I bought them. Now after 3 years, I only have one left. And this caps off a really bad week for me.

I guess I can always take comfort in thinking that at least I have half of the pair. But then again, what do I do with only one earring?