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♥ Wednesday, October 25, 2006
3:44 AM

I was late. Azi had to wait for me for about half an hour. Headed for the Wdls library. He taught me maths and chemistry. At least I've some brief ideas about vectors. Spent about two hours plus in the library. Walked around the Marsiling area and then we climbed the hill. We just sat on the flat surfaced rock and enjoyed the breeze. Actually, it's not only that. When he wrapped his arms around me, I felt very safe and secure. The comfort of being in your arms just makes me feel so special. I could practically rate how fast your heart beats when your chest touches my back. I followed Azi home but I waited outside at the staircase while he gets ready for work. Out of the sudden, he called me to come inside. His mother and granny welcomed me. I sat next to Azi. His mother and granny interviewed me. (where I'm schooling?what's my race?where I'm staying?how do I know Azi) I was feeling a little shy and a bit awkward. I tried to play cool though. Ten minutes later, Azizul got home with red plastic bags. We sort of smiled at each other..haha. Then, Azi and I went off. I stayed in the bus while he dropped at the Woodlands Interchange.