It was the heaven moment ever if the he could talk to you. At the same time the devious moment where he actually asked question that could probably just saddened me. How could he aske who is OOMA when it was him?!
Okay, I am too overacting. Perhaps maybe he still aren't sure himself. Or maybe I'm not.
Well, tomorrow's our class outing. And yet the whole issue that matters is outfit(Uhhh, simply just wear that green blouse and you're done. Anyway, I'm changing, apes. Eeew, wouldn't that be too glossy on the outside? Aiyyah(super singlish award word), change change. Ouhhh, what to wear!!!). Whatever the outfit was, it was not the upmost priority. Importantly the presence of people there. Ouh, you should have known who I wanted to be present most.
Even the day seems like a year before tomorrow. Superrrly impatient.
Decided to wake up at 6am tomorrow(call me the craze cum the vain.who cares. I'm not up early to vain my beauty of randomness but to help Mum with the puffs for later outing. 60pcs is considered not a loaddd for Mum but is for me. I asked her for help but as per thought I should lend a hand too.)
Better get going.
(/PS. OOMA, if you ever know it was you that I meant, would it change. As I would predict now, its nothing to you. I guess I'll back off and let you settle your own battle. It seems impossible.)