This is one of the post where I become some deep poetic thinker or something like that. This thought just suddenly came to me few days ago when I was holding this one particular mechanical pencil of mine. This pencil is something that I've been holding dear since I was in primary 5 which was pretty long time ago. It is particularly special to me now because of the one who gave it to me, because of what it represents: our friendship. Now, looking at the pencil, I am always reminded of that. A relationship so beautiful yet so fleeting.
