Visiting hometown.

We boarded the plane, and my heart skipped a beat. Sitting in the usual group where sammy, my sister and myself sit in unison (and always drifted myself away from their yaoi conversations), I started to wonder - How's everyone? Are they any different? Have they changed? Are they used to a life wihtout me? How long has it been anyway?

My head swirled with questions. I couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous meeting my family, my friends, my hometown.

It hadn't been how it used to be. With the company of a friend in Oman, I felt that I brought along the personality I had developed there to here as well. I didn't switch back to reminisce the old times, and that's how it felt so very different. I saw through everyone and pushed away the desire to copy, to follow along, to just be how I am. For the more reasons, I stuck myself with my friend who does not speak the local tougne to make her feel at home. Also, to prevent myself to be sucked in the false fiasca. They would understand if I divided my attention equally.

Why are the roads so small? Why aren't there loads of people like how it used to be? Why is Mercedes shrinking? Why didn't I come across anyone I might know of?

They called me an oldie - that I had a wierd taste in music. It's just the way I liked it, being different.

Finally, I didn't get to comment much about the food because I simply didn't have much. Yes, I fell sick with a spinning head, overheated body, and dry throat. The very next day, I was screened for any detection of swine flu carrier on the way to Brunei. I wasn't caught, so I was feeling much better.

I might have been a carrier of swine flu though, but it was brief- and thank god.