Sushi Express

Monday, June 18, 2007

tinbuk2 - R.I.P.

To my loyal servant, timbuk2:

It is with utmost sorrow that I have to lose you in such circumstances, to lose you in such cruel fashion, that we can't even say goodbye for the last time. To have you snatched away by some person with such low levels of integrity and social ethics, not to mention that he most probably has a pair of smelly and oily palms, is such a hard joke for me to take. Make no mistake, I had tried scouring through the rain pelting on my head for you, running about searching for that unique green/grey stripes of yours (for it is who created you), however to no avail. I had tried to find that lowly son of a bitch and give him a good old walloping, but whatever remaining hope in me diminished as time ticked away, telling me he had most probably got away scot-free, likely to be at Vivocity sipping tea and enjoying you as i had enjoyed. And so i gave up, resigned to the latest blow that Fate brought upon me.

You were almost a part of me, a single entity fused together with my physical body, a multipurpose pouch that almost seemed like an additional pair of hands to me. We braved through thick and thin together, with you at my back I feel as if the load was lighter. From clementi to hokkaido to NTU, we had seen it all. Together. We even queued up for donuts together. Now all thats left are memories of me and you.

Goodbye, my beloved bag. I will miss your companionship, and miss you always there watching my back for me.

Rest in peace, timbuk2.


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Time to get a new bag!