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Saturday, July 22, 2006

I didn't expect to see Umairah in the bus. I planned to meet sweets under his block to pass him my mp3 before heading off to school for the art intensive session. I was supposed to meet him at about 0745am but I was sorta late. Anyway, Umairah waited for me somewhere near the provision shop under block 10. Sweets was already there waiting for me by the staircase. He was ohhh so very very adorable and slenger..hahah! He doesn't look his age. He looks much more younger..probably looks younger than me..hah. So, I sat next to him and showed how my mp3 works. Then, I rushed to the block 10. Umairah and I bought some candies, the ones which made our tongues turn to the colours of the respective candies..that sort. I felt replenished and calm while painting my canvas board. It's a form of unwinding myself from all the hectic-ness of life. Sigh. I felt awful for not coming down to catch sweets perform :(