Coffeepot
There was a time during my second year high school days that we were tasked to write a formal theme entitled "Coffeepot," where we think of a noun as a topic, write a paper about it, then substitute "coffeepot" each time we use that noun. Let's try it now. It's been hours since I should have been sleeping. It's been days since I should have done all my work, in the office and out. But until now, I'm still awake, unfinished with the tasks passed to me. And all I can think of is this coffeepot. This coffeepot is very special to me and to everyone else. It was nice-looking and fun to be with. We became good friends and spent great times together. I shared its sentiments over matters and even comforted it when needed. I did not actually measure the parameters of our friendship, but as far as I know, I became an outstanding friend to the coffeepot, to the point that I swore never to leave it no matter what. This coffeepot had been the source of my happine...