Farewell to a memory

Whilst spending an entire day cleaning up (ie. dumping away a whole load of things) in my room, sis commented about how when throwing away things, we're also throwing away a part of our memories. Perhaps that's why we can't bear to throw things away. Since young, you've always insisted that we should throw away things we no longer need. Yet, I still see you keeping clothes that you've had since your youth. What does that mean?

In any case, you've succeeded in moulding people who are capable of deleting memories. Just like how we happily threw away loads of the lecture notes/study materials that we had painstakingly compiled.

Sayonara, my first office bag. Thank you for keeping me company through the ups and (more often than not) downs of pupillage. I loved how I could always keep my hands free and feel not much different from a school girl just by having you slung across my shoulders as I wandered everywhere to find myself, or simply to watch the various election rallies. You'll probably be my favourite bag ever, even if that one chapter of life is now history.