I am now watching PBB, and I felt sympathy for Gee-ann. Not that she's crying for her fifteen-year-old doll, but about the choice she has to make. She has to give away 'Pamela', her doll to someone. I know that other people can't understand why it's hard for her to give away that doll, but I understand her.

There are things that people will value more than anything in their life, it maybe anything. Even if it's destroyed, damaged, out-of-date or whatsoever, it still means much to them. Like Gee ann's doll, it means much to her.

It reminds me of my toys I had back then. Especially my fuzzy teddy bears.

Every christmas, we always have to give toys for the children in Lola's church. Even if I don't like to give anything, I still manage to fake a smile and say 'Merry Christmas' to the church officials. But inside, it's hard to give something that I had just like that. Just by giving a box full of toys. I agree that there's much more to life than holding on to toys. But I can't replace the memories that I spent with those stuff. Nakaka-miss.

When I think about those toys, I just smile. I smile knowing that those toys are probably bringing smiles and laughs to other people. I smile because I know that through the mundane stuff, I can somehow, learn a lesson. And that is letting go.

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