A Plea to your Kind and Understanding Heart
Zhou Si Rong

Hello everybody! Here's wishing you a very happy holidays.

I am particularly sad to be the bearer of the sad news that I have to inform the school of on this sad day. You see, dear schoolmates, I have lost my most beloved pen! This pen was given to me by a teacher who has played a very important role in my development. The amount of love that I have for this pen cannot be described by words alone; it is at once awesome, jaw-dropping, and stupefying. Therefore, my dear friends, the loss of this pen has affected me greatly. I am rapidly entering a state of malnourishment, as all food has lost its taste to me. At night, I toss and turn on my bed, and it is only after a bout of crying that I am able to enter a turbulent sleep. In the morning, my heart indubitably aches for that which I have lost. In the afternoon my hands never fail to search my pockets over and over again for my most beloved possession. The despair and helplessness that overwhelm me at such times leave me gasping for breath like the most afflicted of asthmatics.

As such, my dear friends, I humbly beg you to inform me if you find a blue Pilot ball-point pen on our school grounds. The pen has a markedly scarred appearance, as it has been through my rough hands many, many times. The nib, however, remains bright and shiny to this date, as I scribble my way through the forest of homework that I so lovingly cut down with my bullets of ink.

Lastly, I apologise if my poorly crafted letter has been the cause of any annoyance on your part. My humble thanks for the time that you have taken from your doubtlessly busy schedule to read my letter.

Epic. Awesome. No words can describe HAHAHA (Y)

A Plea to your Kind and Understanding Heart
Zhou Si Rong

Hello everybody! Here's wishing you a very happy holidays.

I am particularly sad to be the bearer of the sad news that I have to inform the school of on this sad day. You see, dear schoolmates, I have lost my most beloved pen! This pen was given to me by a teacher who has played a very important role in my development. The amount of love that I have for this pen cannot be described by words alone; it is at once awesome, jaw-dropping, and stupefying. Therefore, my dear friends, the loss of this pen has affected me greatly. I am rapidly entering a state of malnourishment, as all food has lost its taste to me. At night, I toss and turn on my bed, and it is only after a bout of crying that I am able to enter a turbulent sleep. In the morning, my heart indubitably aches for that which I have lost. In the afternoon my hands never fail to search my pockets over and over again for my most beloved possession. The despair and helplessness that overwhelm me at such times leave me gasping for breath like the most afflicted of asthmatics.

As such, my dear friends, I humbly beg you to inform me if you find a blue Pilot ball-point pen on our school grounds. The pen has a markedly scarred appearance, as it has been through my rough hands many, many times. The nib, however, remains bright and shiny to this date, as I scribble my way through the forest of homework that I so lovingly cut down with my bullets of ink.

Lastly, I apologise if my poorly crafted letter has been the cause of any annoyance on your part. My humble thanks for the time that you have taken from your doubtlessly busy schedule to read my letter.

Epic. Awesome. No words can describe HAHAHA (Y)