Pika
Yeah, I stole your picture, maafkanlah. Can I ? :)Had to open the source code of your profile on CS to find the adress of the pic, bwah
Anyway, er... He's the one with the black shirt
Pika, whose real name is Mohd (Mohamed) Zulfikar Bin Zainal Abidin, is one of my best friends right now. Curiously enough, I still remember exactly how I discovered him. On Azlan's profile, in the middle of all the references, there's only one that caught my attention. From a guy called Pika Ernesto who was saying smthg like "damn, this guy really called my name to go on stage and play with him". I don't know... I think it's the damn who made me notice it. And, obviously, it's one of Pika's favorite words ;) And I thought that, one day, it would be nice to meet this guy if I could.
When Azlan told me he would be hosted by Pika in March, I was "haaaa, the guy. Cool, should be able to meet him". Azlan abandonned me to go with his gf at one point and I found myself alone at a "meeting" with Shah, one evening at Lotus. A girl arrive. Then a guy. "Hello, my name is Pika". And then my head did "Aaaaaaah, Pika" It's kinda funny that I still rememver so well how we were acting, I still see him holding his hand to me... I didn't know what I was expecting nor if he looked like what I had imagined. Actually, our meeting was just nothing out of the extraordinary ^^
Im March, I think I spent more time with him than with Azlan, discovering Effendi and Adi, going to the Formula 1 GP, going for a drink with other CSers to end up doing Free Hugs in Bukit Bintang (yeah, I dragged him along ^^). It was a good time, but I was nothing like last time. It was way different...
And so I came back 5 weeks later. He had cancelled his trip to Laos that was supposed to start the day before my arrival (official reason : too much job and another trip to BKK coming). It took me smthg like 5 sms to ask him if he could host me. "Boleh laaaah" (of which a translation would be "of course you can")
In the end ? We started with a good relationship. And ended with this kind of friendship where you can understand the other by looking at him, where you can share secrets and speak 20 min (what ? 3 hours ??) in front of 2 coffees, or where you are still comfortable even if neither of you is speaking. Like the true friends that you miss afterwards.
Damn, I'll have to go back to KL again...