bare u... i was raised in a very diversed badckground and location.
my 11th bithday party was attended by kids from our rojak neighbourhood (iranian, pakistani, jordan, etc etc that i cant rmbr)
anyways,, there was this one naughty boy that i will never forget. but thru FB we reconnect. he use to be there and play games with me.. and take care of me..and challenge me to climb weird places to see great view. he also use to be angry at other guys that come closer to me..for anything,. he is like a brother to me.
his fb photo looks so adult now..and what i like the most is that the way he writes to me is as if im still a kid! im a grown women now,,,but i really dont mind.
he is a national rugby player now.. that explains. anyhow he insisted for me to visit his country.. oowwhhh ouch! kau gile!
if you watched slumdog millionaire.. u know..childhood flame...yeah.. sumthing like that. of course..its unrealistic too.


