That eyes, that smile, that look he gave me was enough to make me put his name in the list of the people whom I missed after 2 minutes of seeing them.
But he gave me that quick-glance look for the reason of mysterious. Yea, that was the moment of momentary only.
The sparks, fireworks only work for seconds and then diminish away. Whay, give me the lead to what this means. I am such a desperate-tate.
Okay, but what the ever, I didn't talk to OOMA for the whole of today. Seriously, not a breath.
What happened?should I ever asked myself if this recurrent in future cycle.
Boy, I am so chinese-drama freak. I loved Chinese dramas. I mean they are superiorly much better than Malay nor Bollywood drama. It sort of helding a sense of connection when I watched them. I love love love CHINESE DRAMA. Maybe I am a drama myself.
Okay, cut!
Well, you see, its 1am in the MORNING and creeks, I'm still wide-eyed. I can't believe its who I'm thinking of but OOMA. Say eee, aaa, ooo. That doesn't bother me. I felt such a reliever to have suppress everything now. At least what I wrote her isn't scrams, its call a confession of a blurter proffesor.
P.S. If there was a last goodbye, It was when I last blink my eyes. But not now. The minutes of saying goodbye was as if the first ever time we say hi. Boy, you make the most of my day an enlightment and then you just want to end everything as if it was not even existed? Which fairytale am I co-acting now then? If it was Cinderella, then I see no point when I was ever have had a stepfamily. If it was Sleeping Beauty, then I wouldn't be posting an entry now as I was too engaged in sleeping. So what? I care no more. You were My fairytale. And for the moment, I can deny it.