I remembered the first time I ever stayed out at night with you, Logi and Francis. We watched Billa and digged out money just to buy a packet of Kway Teow. I remembered sitting under your block, waiting for you to beg and get some money from your dad. You never failed to make us laugh the whole time. Though we never contacted after that, it really shocks me now that you aren’t here any longer. R.I.P Nimalan. We’ll love you.