I have somehow managed to lose my bunch of post-its. And that really annoys me. Besides the fact that I have to hunt for paper every time I want to jot something down, I miss seeing colourful bits of little-square-sheets lying all over the place. Oddly, the scribbled notes, hurried lists, little heartfelt mentions, pending funnybook entries, forgotten ideas and numerous words are so reassuring you know? Cause as silly as it may sound, they (the aforementioned) kind of define me. Those little post-its? They contain a little bit of who I am.