For the babe who used to share clothes with me because we are head-to-toe same size bitches. It is not until I turn into a fat pig. Haha. I'd still remember those days we would skip remedials together. Or or planning to skip.

And every recess time, no matter how we promised to meet outside our class, we never get to meet until we reach the canteen. Pasal satu-satu besarkan makan kan. Bell ring je, satu-satu fanatic lari gi canteen. We really RAN to the canteen to avoid the crowd ah. Takot ayam habis or mee soto habis.

The day both of us collected our O'level results, knowing how we'll flunked it anyway planned something. We both took our results at the same time, looked at each other, gave a signal and terus blah. Tak hegeh-hegeh. Duduk bawah block baru pikir nak cakap apa pat mak. Haha until the Sec 5 boys came. Enal, Rosdi, Zai and all. Dorang lagi relax. Tak stress even though OUR results are better than theirs. Boys always know how to take a chill pill yeah.

Or or, remember the day you got into ITE Clementi and I was like 'damn, here goes another history in the making with this bitch'. Asik samer sekolah je. So far in ITE, we didn't skip school together kan? Aww, we've changed haven't we?

From ngaji classes at Cik Som's with Ozal, Mayuds and siapa lagi ah to dikir barat to Yusof Ishak to NCC, to 'cabot classes and remedials together', to sitting under the void deck stressing on how to explain to our parents of our O'level results, to screaming in the cinema when we watched Friday the 13th on my 19th Birthday to being the bitch who seriously needs to take lessons on how to show her anger.

Thank you for your 3hours at my place. Thanks for the coklat kau kecahkan atas katil aku. And thanks for the awesome help (:

Xoxo,

Fiqah yang used to be very kurus and wear size 8 NCC Boot with you.