Everly

I wouldn't say I'm homesick. I don't miss home. I just miss some friendly faces. Some voices, some scents, some skin. It is different here...although I am getting used to it. I am getting used to being quiet around people. Too many people. Home was soundless. It is all about sounds here. I hear sounds I don't wanna hear. Dinning with strangers on a table. I listen conversations I don't want to listen. The best worst thing- I have to wake up in the mornings. My roommates are losing their voice shouting me to get up for breakfast. At night. It is tolerable. Because I can see the stars, feel the gentle breeze, walk in the fields, sing or play Chinese whispers with friends. Then again, when I return to my dorm, I feel something is missing in my heart. A genuine laughter or cry. 

Umm...ever got the feeling, God listens? Yeah. So I think...I THINK my parents got over their fight, in fact way over, because I saw them talking sweetly to each other like newly weds. So thank you Allah. You are awesome. And...remember last time I said how this Che guy makes me want to cringe. Well it won't happen anymore. I HOPE, because I saw his status last night. It was about some ex-crush. I am not sure it was meant for me. But whomever it was for, she must be delighted. He said- he wasn't anymore into her, because she's got less pretty and less attractive. I couldn't help but wince at these phrases. Oh my god this guy is an Ass. I don't know it just doesn't feel right, why would he do such comment on the appearance of a girl it's like practically shaming her. Not cool dude. Not feminist at all. Oh god please I hope I am not that mystery girl. All this time, I made assumptions after assumptions. My friends also thought...Oh no not good for my ego....

Today, morning started with tears. I don't know why I felt so emotional. Maybe because my parents are on a fight and my mother came in my room, telling me about it when I woke up. She's really hurt. Looked like things got pretty ugly last night. My father said things, then my mom said some things back. Then she called my grandma and told her how my father reacted badly and honestly I don't think she should have done that. My dad was angry and he said things maybe he would regret later on and she should have instead kept it between them. I don't know when my mom was telling me how he insulted her, I couldn't picture my father at fault. I couldn't stop being bias. When she said- she shouldn't have married someone 10 years older than her, she was pretty and young she should rather marry someone. I couldn't stop wincing at her when she said that. My parents, it doesn't matter if they have age differences, they are too compatible as a married couple. T...

Finally. The most awaited rainfall. Although it’s started as a storm. Roaring storm. I like a stormy night. So I spent all day, you can say, since I woke up this afternoon, finishing Sophia Kinsella’s I’ve Got Your Number. T recommended it to me. No words can justify this novel. It was witty and I love some rom-com. You can guess why I skipped shower and lunch. I am all cleaned up now, shampooed my hair, have a wedding reception to attend. And apparently the electricity is gone.   I normally hate wedding parties. But I go there just for the food. Yep. And of course to check out the bride and groom. To be honest, I’ve attended very few where the wedding couple is beautiful looking, no offense, either the bride is too pretty or the groom is too handsome or I don’t like to say this but-or both are unpleasant to look at…I wonder what the condition would be at my wedding. It’s too soon to talk about I guess. I am pretty much sure though, I would still be single at my 30s. Okay ji...