The beginning.
It all starts from here- a tumbler from starbucks in Malaysia which was given by my cousin.
He was volunteering for helping HIV sufferes there.
Well, the reason why he did that was because he needed that for one of his application material to UCL. He said the volunteering was actually pretty interesting and very inspiring. It's not creepy or scary at all, but he didn't tell me what he exactly did. :(
My cousin he is a quite sweet guy. We grew up together and lived together for like three or four years with anouther cousin, so we are like sisters and brothers, even closer.
He never forgets the family wherever he goes, so he always brings us gifts or souverniers now and then.
And i'm pretty sure he is also a very sweet boyfriend, well, I mean, he still has a collection of stuff his ex gave him and he always chooses his girlfriend over us during the holidays or weekends. (¬_¬)
Since i moved here for studying, he tried his best to look after me though we don't live together anymore. And sometimes he could be annoying you know. Like..when i talk about pretty boys and girls in the school, yea, even girls! He would ask a bunch of questions like 'do you have a crush on him/her' 'im ok if you like girls you konw' 'how old is he' 'where does he from' 'hows he like' ... blablabla.. 'oh god. c'mon dont be so serious dude. ' Though i sometimes answer him like that, im actually pretty happy about it, about how he cares about me.
Well, back to the tumbler.
It gave me the inspiration that I can memorize my travelling, my experience in this way when I travelled to Vancouver four years ago, so it's the start of my collection of cups.
As you can see there's a crack on the top. Well, i broke it whene i was in Vancouver. It just fall out of my bag when I bent you konw ಥ_ಥ.
warning: They are not as tough as you thought. this kind of plastic tumbler is so fragile. Be careful(￣Д￣)ﾉ
/first story ends/