First day of school, you appears to be one funny, irritating, tall and stylish guy. You were so noisy and I don't think you know the meaning of "SHAME" . LoL . We started talking on the fifth day of school. Cigarettes [which now, we both had throw it out of our life(sort of)] had bonded the both of us. We were so close to each other. Wherever i am, you'll be there next to me. We were so close, too close; some people even thought that we were attached[tat was funny,] Breakfast, lunch, toilet and smoke break. We had it all, together.

We love each other so much as friends, until sometime, I can't afford to even think of the day when I lose you. A friend that has special place in my heart.

You were always there when I need you, when I need a listening ear, a strong shoulder to cry on. You had never fail to make me feel contented. I had never hid any feelings from you. I can't even imagine us being more the best friends. Your laughter, your jokes, your secrets, the moments we had together, almost EVERYTHING, I have it fresh in my head.

I still remember, you bought a bubble tea from W1 food court . You were swinging the bottle hard . From your shoulder, to your thigh (when you were walking) and I was walking right behind you . Then your hand lose grip of the cup and it goes all the way to the back . Like 3 meters away from us and under the chairs . Instead of turning back to take the cup, you continue walking, acting like as if nothing had happened and I have to go get the cup of bubble tea for you . The cup broke and the drink leaked out . So I have to get a paper cup from the drink stall for you .

You were playing with a towel . Smacking everything with the towel . Then you hit my chest, it freaking hurts . I was so "angry", I squashed you . You ran to a corner, thinking it will be safe . You squat and hug yourself . But instead, I sat on top of you, squashing you like you were some oranges and I want the juice . Haaha . I know . This one was one that you can’t forget .

We were going back from cafe to the the classroom . And a boy [sad to say he's from our school] was counting the number of steps there is at the staircase . Den he go up the stairs two-by-two . That was so funny, we imitated him, till now . Haaha . *ROFL*

You love kicking people's butt, will swing you leg [only knee down], from left to right, behind and it will reach the butt of the person walking beside you . And you did it to me, millions of time . and I mean M-I-L-L-I-O-N !! and once, you tried kicking my ass again [the same way] and you not only kicked my ass, you ACCIDENTALLY kicked my little finger . It was freaking painful, very excruciating . I cried, the pain was unbearable .