As the days pile up without a sight of the pink PSP (or a better memory of it's last sighting in fact), I am beginning to lose hope.

It's probably at the bakery by Jusco in Mid Valley.

Or it's lying under the seat of a taxi.

Or it's in the hands of some dirty boy who handles it roughly and with absolutely no respect whatsoever.

Dear God.

I am so sorry that I got greedy with the PS3 (and am eternally grateful for it as well).

My PSP has helped me through some rough times. It's a readily available escape portal that is easy to use. Definitely a hand-held console made for the mobile gamer.

Please help guide my pink PSP back home.

It's probably (I hope) alone somewhere out there, inwardly cursing at its forgetful master as the battery inside it melts and begins to destroy the PSP from the inside out. Oh, poor boy.

Please come back to me.

There are still so many games that I haven't finished yet, let alone play.