Lol, as much as I wanted to convey the message here, I wanted to IM-ed OOMA. But what the ever I get from him is a 36-seconds respond, "hi"?
Whay, can't he just start a brief convo for at least. Its much much much so very aching when he just asked necessities-of-his-own-benefits just IM-ing me but not the... forget the sentence.
I am much very tired of waiting and the next thing I do was posting a "hi" greetings to whoever those peeps who went online...
I am super un-IM-ed. And that result to my silly-things-I-will-do attitude. But what the ever.
I know I am being way too naive in being such a dependent noose on OOMA. I know.
But I just can't help the fact on just...Whatever.
I'm sorry blooohhers.(And I'm just intentionally spelt it in
h instead of
g. I hate spellings~:)
I have to use such strong emoticons mood into this page. Its so heart undearing when you expect a so great reply but all you got was a hit
hi back. Uh?
Can I just summed up and say that the male species of the responsive,ag sensitive are in the core stage of extinction and the male species of I-don't-friggin'-care attiude are mounting its number.
But its a rare species. Hardly now, I've encountered.
But just let me give you this; OOMA
is in the species of the I-don't-friggin'-care attiude, too.
Heh; like I say I don't have to list the goodstuff of someone just to tell I abhor them. Then might as well, perfection is everywhere expected. Impossible, though.
Blahblah. I am so crapping down here.
If you solely don't understand my language, the much, the better. 'Cause I am as much as wanted this blog to be
syarafina's personal as possible.
Life is
so complicated, and so are mine. You just have to understand me to understand my language.
(What duh, am I typing here.) Anyway, I'd be also updating about OOMA(♥)&OOMI(
X)-by the way, OOMI is Object of My Irritation-in the future posts.
So here more from me and keep the tags uploaded.(Hey, its so trashing empty.)
P.P.P.S. You know I love you, boy since you started. But now you're fading like the water vapour evsporating and then condensing, letting me crying pails because of you're leaving memoirs.