Goodbye...
This is heart-wrenching. The phone number I've had since I was in Form 3 is about to meet its end as Christine's number.
So sentimental.
So many memories.
So easy.. All I did was just say.. The number's the same. It's just too bad that I can't keep it anymore. It's just not worth. Sigh.
The end of one thing.. THe sign of changing times.
It was a struggle to let go. I hate too much change. It's time though, I suppose.
Been contemplating. It's just not worth it. Yet, the memories.. and everything. I just can't bear to part with the number. First phone, first number. Whoever said I wasn't a sentimentalist ought to be whacked in the head!
Dear friends... you won't be able to contact me on 012-36**134 anymore. The next time I come back.. well, it's going to be a different number la.
Got to go now.. Thunderstorm heading this way plus I have a headache again. Sigh.. Later.. (when I'm back in NZ.)
So sentimental.
So many memories.
So easy.. All I did was just say.. The number's the same. It's just too bad that I can't keep it anymore. It's just not worth. Sigh.
The end of one thing.. THe sign of changing times.
It was a struggle to let go. I hate too much change. It's time though, I suppose.
Been contemplating. It's just not worth it. Yet, the memories.. and everything. I just can't bear to part with the number. First phone, first number. Whoever said I wasn't a sentimentalist ought to be whacked in the head!
Dear friends... you won't be able to contact me on 012-36**134 anymore. The next time I come back.. well, it's going to be a different number la.
Got to go now.. Thunderstorm heading this way plus I have a headache again. Sigh.. Later.. (when I'm back in NZ.)
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