Looking For The Key To My Heart

For the past week, I've been doing key related stuff. Like duplicating, arranging, testing, labeling, yada yada yada. It may sound simple and easy but it is not. Its tedious, frustrating and confusing. At one point, i felt like crying while getting this job done. Maybe I felt that way because it was a day after Lambert's concert and I was depressed. Haha!!

Anyway, one of the staff saw me arranging the keys and she asked me, "So, who has the keys to your heart?". That was when imaginations started flooding my mind. First of all, no one has the keys to my heart.

And why is that? Maybe because....

- The keys are on the floor and people just walk pass it and ignore it. Oh, and they are kicking it around too. And stepping on it.

- Someone who took it earlier lost it/misplaced it and never bothered to make a copy of it

- There is someone who managed to get hold of the key but had butter fingers and let is slipped, then lost it.

- My heart doesnt have a key hole to begin with.

One of life's great mysteries ey.

If you dont get what I am blabbering about, its alright. Move along.