Where am I?

I was alone again. Boarding alone. In the plane. Alone. Is not like I'm not used to it. Just that I'm still keep hoping, you know. Someday, there might be some one, accompany me. Waiting, alone.

An old man came and talked to me. I did not know him at all. He told me about his life. His children. And even about Taib Mahmud. He said the first time he met PM, he was only eight years old. Okay. Was he making up all this story? I dont know. I dont ask. Sometimes, old man just wish to talk. So let it be. Let he released it. I just smile and nodded. We're in the same plane, different seat. He's rich, I'm not. He said he's going to KL, then Thailand, in the end, will be in US. Where's your children? I asked. Better dont mention about them, they are useless, he said. Grief. I saw that in his eyes. He's lonely. The wife past away, two years ago. Now he's all alone, with all his drugs, in his bag. That's his only friend left. Sad to hear,right. His friend, is medicines which he depends so much. Different colors, different taste, for different diseases. Why choose me? To talk to. I don't ask. Seems like all these old man likes to talk to me very much. Like the Dato', like the professor. They were my customers, but they like me. I dont know why. I dont ask. Dont have to. Because of my face? Which look....hmmm.....naive? stupid? friendly? kind? I dont know. Okay, back to this old man again. He said he knew my father, when I spoke out his name. Is Bong Kim Ted. He said, "Oh, I know him. I know everyone who works for the goverment..." I wanted to ask more, but I dont think he's close with him. So I kept on silence. He doesnt really know about dad, I dont think so. Dad had long gone. But I was happy, when he mentioned he knew about dad. 'Cause I thought of maybe he would tell me something, something about dad which mum doesnt know, anything(but in the end, I end up do nothing but kept smiling and nodded with whatever he said to me). Never mind, it wont change a thing. Dad will never comes back. He's already here, with me, everyday. He's in my heart.

Leaving. New place. New environment. New people. How to start? Smile, and say hi. That's all. I'm a very quite person, actually. I dont talk much. I love to write. Anything, that I dont want to say. No, it should have be like this actually " I choose to write" than to talk. Not all the people I meet, I will talk to them. Not all the people I know, I will smile back. Sometimes, I choose to stay away, when I dont feel want to talk. When I dont feel want to start a conversation with anyone, at all. So when they're there, on the left, I will turn right. If they're on the right, I walk pass to the left. Avoiding. Escaping. In the end. I'm all alone. Not much. Not much people I choose to be with them. There might be only one, or two. Whose make me feel comfortable, then I will be with them always, no matter how's their mood is. Sometimes, I choose to just smile, with people I should drop by for a while and say "Hi, how are you lately?" I dont greet. I'm stupid. I'm selfish. I escape.

I'm a weird girl. Quite girl. Shy? Not really. Maybe yes, a bit. Like somebody said to me before, "you're anti-social".Haha....anti? Not exactly. Just, prefer to be quite. Talk so much makes me tired. As you have to wait for their answer, their feedback. Wait. Oh....another word to describe myself,  is I'm a very very impatient person. Hehehe....sorry to say, I can't wait. But if I choose to wait, I will wait for a very very long time. You wont understand. As me myself also dont get it, why?

Good night. Sleep tight.

Tata.

Ps/ I love this...........hahahaha.