Everyday, I'll get use him. Even if its a POA lesson, a Maths one or even my most hated subject, Malay. Wait, strike that, I LOVE MALAY. *looks around to see if there were any teachers looking* He had always been there for me through thick and thin, aiding me in all my problems. Tom, oh Tom, why did you have to leave me ? The love for a boy and his pencil, tragic isnt it ?
He would always spend most of his day either enjoying it with me, or enjoying the warm ecosystem in my sexy black pencil box, but yet, he would never complain. Whenever I asked him a question, he would always, always, answer me. Whenever I'm sad and blue, Tom would never fail to look me in my eyes with the improper irregularities of that sticker, containing his barcode on it. Get this, every mechanical pencil has that effing sticker on it so get over it. Thus, when this happens, I would always get cheered up almost immediately. Whenever I used him, he would always somehow magically charm the teachers into giving me more marks for the assignments Tom laid his eyes on.
For example ...
Mrs Krishna: Tsktsk, this Syaifullah ah. Don't even know who to spell Bedok correctly.
Tom's charm: *made Mrs Krishna's eyes suddenly sparkle*
Mrs Krishna: Oh gosh ! I had no idea why I minused 1 mark from his bad spelling of Bedok. On second thought, him being a good student and all, I think I should just give him full marks for this paper.
You see ? Magical isnt it ? This, was what Tom was capable of. *controls self not to laugh*
Note: For people who might not already know, I laugh each time someone mentions the word, Bedok. I know, amazing right ?
Now, all I'm left of him, is just a memory of the long shadows casted by his fabulousity. And yes, I know what you people might be thinking, he's just a pencil. But he's not ! He's not just a pathetic pencil. He was as amazing, promiscuous, fascinating and talented, as me and Fah. Its love I tell you, LOVE ! I love him so very much and I know, I know he loves me as much too. *forces self to cry*
You know, its a big world out there, filled with desperate pencils awaiting for someone to take reasonable care for them, anticipating the opportunity to get eclipsed by the long shadows of my fabulous accomplishments, but I chose not to. I chose to open my heart, to that small black little pencil. He might be just small readers, but he definitely had a big heart. A heart, filled with joy and happiness from times we've spent with each other. He simply has so much meaning in my life.
Please oh please ! Don't take him away from me. *sobs* Sad to say this, but unfortunately, you already did, didnt you ? Please, whoever who did this literally cruel act which have put me in this spiraling depression, I hope you get the punishment you deserve. *makes demented and psychotic look*
Tom, this is all for you. And yes Syazwani, I have to be strong. For Tom's sake. *wipes tears from promiscuous face*
I know, I really shouldnt be that depressed. Tom wouldnt like it, wherever he may be.
Note: I am really very oblivious to my surroundings. Sometimes, I dont realise what's happening around me. Believe me, its true. Sometimes, I dont even realise that there's a wall in front of me and yes, I did hit that very wall. So there.
PS: This post is to be edited in the near future.