More than two decades ago, I met a girl named Ayen. A girl so innocent that you wouldnt believe that i'm friends with. I met her in Primary 1 at St.Andrews school.  Every time I think about St.Andrews, it brings back some good memories, and one of it was meeting Ayen. We were both young and inseperable. Our friendship revolves around mean remarks and gossip. We were one of those group that had something to gossip about. 

Our friendship started with long phone calls and that phone call grew from there. 

But in 2002, we got separated when my parents got divorced and I had to move to another school - public school.  I was in Form 1 when I had to break the news to them. It was awful. At that time, i thought to myself, I had spend my whole life in SAS - how am I going to survive in this new school. From there, we kinda lost contact...and interest. Just kidding.

But Ayen never gave up on me. She was sweet enough to send me long letters to update about the latest gossip and news on her life. I know I wasnt in SAS anymore but the feelings I had for the school and my friends were irreplaceable.

The school I moved to was one of the bad reputation back in the year 2002. Just like those typical movies, my life was a living hell and talking to my SAS friends, especially Ayen, kinda ease some of the pain away. After for several months, i made new friends and started to rough it up. To think of it, I was disgusted by my own attitude back then. 

Soon after I finished my O'levels, we reconciled as we moved to Form 6 in Maktab Duli. I never like Maktab Duli due to the fact that I cant cope with A levels. I failed most of the time. Despite that, I get to meet my old SAS mates back. By then, Ayen & I were back together but this time, we were named Silly & Billy by our friends. Memories were made during that 'era'. Memories from deep-shit fights to the leaking of terribly homemade video.

As i reached my senior year, I left her for UBD. I got into SHBIE and continued my study for Diploma in Primary Education. But like water or moth to a flame, I met her again, years after.

When I am with Ayen, the world is our oyster. Painting the world Prada red was our most favourite thing to do. We cannot 'NOT' laugh to and with each other. When it was just the two of us, we were always in our comfort zone. We might look poise and posh on the outside but who knows what happened on the inside; we're the one who knows.  

Hint: Things can get wilder than the Kardashians sisters. 

On another note, I would also like to add on how our childhood chemistry was/is really strong and the bond we hold is like titanium. With the blink of an eye, we knew instantly something to laugh about. By now, our body language and poker face are understandable amongst ourselves. 

So here's a post dedicated to Ayen, whom i like to call My Bestfriend. My Billy. 

A friend who is far away in sight but so close in my heart. 

SY.