Oh baby, I'm missing you.

She sings oh, it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real.

Yesterday, while I was trying to pack up the mess on my table in class, I lifted up my Social Studies file and, lo and behold, I found my missing coloured pencil. Two-faced, it sat there looking up at me as I laughed. It's green and brown surface, shining back at me.

I was thinking about how coincidental it was that I found it yesterday, on the way home on bus 52. I was even telling Chee Hao about it. It was then that I realised that I had found it but had, unmistakingly, forgotten to bring it home. And I still need it quite badly, more than ever.

It's as if you know me better than I've ever known myself.