I'm getting abit emotional because this particular Nike Bottle has braved much hardship and obstacles with me. Even during those torturous gruelling PE lessons in TJC, Nike bottle had not forsaken me and was always stuck to me rain or shine. It provided me immediate solace whenever my throat became dry, my voice raspy, i was on the verge of collapsing due to dehydration/heat stroke. My Nike bottle would act as superman to save me by providing with water to pull through all sorts of difficulties. Whenever i was sick, my Nike bottle would be there to remind me to drink more water. And when i was studying, my Nike bottle would sit patiently on the study table and offerred me its mental support. Its patient companion spurred me to carry on studying no matter how boring or mind boggling things could be... When i get restive, i would simply drink from it and it would cheer me up by making squishy screechy sounds in a bid to make me laugh at the ridiculous sounds it had made.
I'm not deliberately trying to personify my bottle but it had really accompanied through thick and thin. I'm a sentimental person who doesn't bear to throw things away but i had no choice because Nike bottle had become decrepitated due to old age. The black plastic cover was peeling as though some rats had chewed on it and the body had become super cloudy like cataracts in old people. In order to shorten its agony in this world, i decided to send it off to a better place by giving it a proper burial at SIngapore's rubbish dumpsite...
I sincerely thank Nike bottle for sticking by me though thick and thin. I will always remember you... Farewell my friend...
sheesh... gotta buy another water bottle....
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