It's been awhile since I've last feel happy. Maybe its because I've learnt to let go of people who I was supposed to let go a long time ago. Maybe its because I've found a new direction at work. Maybe its because life is finally starting to make sense.
Maybe its because I spent $500 on a new handphone and clothes.
*tIng grins and starts to whistle.*
Lalala.. I know I don't make sense when I say that but I just like the way it sounds.
Has to trade in my old handphone because it decided to die on me. It keeps shutting down and the words "Start up failed. Contact retailer." keeps popping up. Well... its ok. In Singapore, its ALL about upgrading. Apartments, handphones, memberships... Its a pity we cant upgrade our sponse/gf/bf/partner. *shurgs* Anyway, it just occurred to me that the relationship I've had with my old handphone was LONGER than most all of my previous relationships.
Love really doesn't last, does it?
Am i all alone in this universe?
There's no love on these streets.
I've given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway.
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