Living in Singapore, sometimes I miss the cups back in KL.
Cups that comes free with tins of biscuits, toothpastes and other misc daily products that I bought.
Or cups that I've adopted from the different houses that I used to live at, where the previous owners no longer want them.
Or cups that I or my sister got from as presents from festivities like Christmas and birthdays, which I dun like to receive.
And a couple which I bought purposely (mostly I buy glasses instead of cups cos glasses rarely comes free) cos of the pretty colors / flavor of the month or the shape of the cups attracted me.
Coming to Singapore, I realise that I'm starting to collect cups again.
Currently I'm only owning one, but I'm controlling myself so I wont have so many cups trailing after me.
Cos I do not want to leave any cup behind when I shift places again.
And also cos I've so many memories of all the cups that I own.
The ones that linger are the cups I own back at home in Sarikei.
There's one really huge cup that my mum gave me and my sis, except one was broken and I cant remember whose it belonged to.
But I remembered vividly the one that wasnt broken; it's got a recipe of a soup in front of it, with drawings of onions.
I had many a cup of instant noodles in it, milo, cereal drinks, horlicks just to name of few.
I've always got vivid imaginations of drinking smoky hot mushroom soup with it, but I havent done that yet with that cup of memory.
I went back home one day and discovered that it had broken, and all I have are memories of it.
Now every other cups that I use could not overwrite that memories, and every other cups I treat it the same as I had treated the onion cup I had back then; with warm memories of drinking soup from it.
All cups are different; some have a chip or two with stories of their own, or a tinge of unwashable color from overuse.
I love all the cups that I own intentionally or not..cos each got a story or two that's very specially belong to them.
