If I could be asked to describe OOMA, one word, special.
Somehow, he makes me feel totally special. At the moment of that speciality.
I'm no sicked even to talk about him in gazillions years ahead. I'm not bored if you could topic-ed him. I'm not going to. Cause seriously, I am missing him. Ouh-oh.
What have become over me was just of because of him-OOMA.
Okay, a little bit too mushy to talk about but I'd will to write an essay about him.
Well, *shrugs* he's been the solely guy I'd ever put my eyes on since ever. And when can I say.
Okay, lets start the updates.
Nothing much lately except wth all the same routines as per usual. Staying up till past midnight. Hoping for miracles. Stuck up with the novels up my shelf-which not going to last me eternity to get out from this boredom. Updating my personal diary. As all, nothing much.
I've been doing a lot of braincracking lately. And I don't know why. First as how the entry started, I've been thinking a lot about this guy up there, OOMA. I'd tell you, thinking is one thing but the other was that I even dreamt of him for the past late nights. And it wasn't once, but twice. The dreams were a little vague though. So if you expect me to tell you the whole story, I'd be lying for self-benefits.
Currently, today, I had so many meal-lates. Late breakfast(11++). Late lunch(5++). And, late dinner(9++). This was so unusual. Really unusual.
Then right up after dinner, dad went on with his old folks story. Read with how he once in his olden days have suffered from not eating and with only a cup of water to be shared amongst the family of 6people and telling me off how I should be grateful with the life now(did it ever occured in his mind that I never appreciate?). And with mum keep lecturing about the fact that I should watch my diet cause I have been skipping meals lately and only ate spoonfuls of rice(I wouldn't to debate on that).
Then there while I was havng my dinner, mum keep complimenting Selena on how well she did for her 3subjects which excludes arimethic and wen on comparing those accomplishments with my assessments. Did she know how bad I felt? And how I wanted to just stop eating and crop up in my room and start crying? I couldn't care more.
I know she meant nothing to favour us but primary school assessments are much more manageable since they only have, what, 4subjects to cope while the secondary assessments are like frigging up to 10subjects. More than a double load anyone, at least me, could handle. Sometimes, parents are undefined.
I guess now I understand what my brother had been going through since before he moved out here. Being a 13-year-old was never as same as being a 12-year-old eventhough the gap age was a year apart.
I'm growing and so were my parent's perception.