my god brother

“I’ll send letter to you in 15 minutes. Can you wait for me?”
After saw this message, my heart pounding furiously in my chest as I know I will meet him soon.

“Durian” hair,oval face, chubby body, and wearing a zebra-line shirt, he walked towards me after 20 minutes I received the message. It’s a dark, full of star night. “here, this is the letter…” a piece of sentence came from his mouth.”what’s keeping you for so long?” I muttered but I did not brave to say it out loud. “I’ll go to kl tomorrow.” He drawled. I nodded. “you know? Did I tell you?” he, again, never remember what he told me and what I told him.

This unique person is my best friend. He keeps calling me that I’m his sister. Perhaps he’s thistily to have a cute sister like me. Honestly, this is not what I want. We started our friendship when I was in form 2 and he’s 2 years older than me. I still remember how I met him for the first time. It was in a classroom when we were having astronomy meeting. The first impression of him, to me, was a cool guy who wearing a black spectacles, sat beside our chairman. He looks like a malay boy. Once he told me,”I live in a taman where all my neighbours are malay. Sometimes I keep pondering whether my parent had took a wrong baby.”

He is a genius. He said that himself. Honestly I quite admire him because he is really a smart boy. (but I think he haven’t reach genius state) He now study at MMU, will be graduate after 2 years. Unfortunately, he said he had chosen a wrong course. What he really want to be is steward, sometimes I meditated, is he really wants to be a steward or he want to stay and surrounded by pretty girls—stewardess?

Like other teenagers, he got an idol---stefanie. He is a extremely loyal devoted fan. Every stefanie’s cd he’ll buy. He even asked me to buy her cd too. But, too bad, I’m not as rich as he does. He likes to swim. Almost every time I sms him, he’s in swimming pool. He is a good talker and listener too. Whenever I felt down, he will encourage me or say some jokes to me. No doubts, he is also a jokes-creator. But, he always misunderstanding the definition of ghost story and jokes. When he talked a ghost story, we often think it is a jokes, because it is not scary at all.

As a childish and naughty girl, I often pud him the wrong way. The most unforgetable incident was I criticized he was not facing his heart when he write his diary on his blogspot wedsite. It’s very difficult to explain why I felt so… maybe because the words he used or I misunderstanding his meaning. Truly, I quite disappointed because I did not see any of my news, even my name on that wedsite. Am I so frivolous for him?

For some personal reason, I’m not going to write down his name. Hopefully he won’t get mad when he saw this. If he does, sorry is what I can say….