I feel like writing right now even though its late and hell yeah, its already 12am. Dreaming is what I should do now, haha. Anyway, I would just love to share one of my unforgettable moment in my life which is my love story in my childhood. I was born in Tawau Sabah, I grew up there and most of the year, my mom is the one who look after me and my other siblings. My dad had fly to KL and find jobs and earn more money for my family. Sorry guys, if you think I'm bragging around writing things in english, I'm so sorry, I have a lot of friends not only in Malaysia, but some of them is on the other side of the world who don't really understand our language.
Back to the story, I fall in love with this one guy in my residential area. He's from Philippines and a lot of people who lived in Sabah are actually from Philippines are you aware with that, haha. I was in relationship with him, and hell yeah I was just 8-9 years old at that moment. It was crazy, I know. I don't even know what love is at the moment haha, all I know is I was just a small little girl just like my friends. The whole kampong (village) know that this cute guy is in relationship with me. I have a lot of friends there and whatever he do, they all will tell me whats going on since he's one of the cutest guy who lived there ahahaha. I still remember his name and it was Alaji. What a weird name isn't it. And I always says his name in Spanish language since a Spain Drama Series called Rosalinda was very popular at that time. So what I always says is 'por favor, el amor, Alaji' ahahaha, it was like a rhythm which means 'please, I love you, Alaji'.
Few months we've been dating, I moved. Not far, just maybe less than hundred steps from where I moved. I barely see him since then. I can feel that he's like going far far away from me. I feel lonely. I can still remember the look on his face till today. Even though I moved which is to my grandma house, friends still tell me news about him and there is once where I heard that his father has called him and ask him to go back to Philippines but he didn't want to go back just because he love me and he wanted to stay with me. How sweet is that. But I didn't get a chance to feel his love when my dad come back from KL few weeks after that and he is actually going to take us to KL. And its been almost 9 years now I have stayed here in KL and I remembered this memories few times a year. Its an unforgettable memories ever.
In 2010, I visited my mom's family in Semporna and my aunt in Tawau, also my uncle's in Tawau too and I didn't see him. I feel a little upset. I wish I can see him again. Really, I really wish. I cried remembering the flashback. Oh God. He must have been married and have children now. Life.
He's my childhood love. I will never forget this memories.
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