|Sophisticated bus ticket.|
|The bus I was on for 7 hours.|
|Where I spent my last moment before getting on the bus|
I am reminded of the time when I first left Brunei to study in Sibu. And also the time when I left Sibu for Brunei during my May-June 2011 visit. I can go on and on because I've taken too many bus rides and those memories come fleeting to me when I sit alone at the coffee shop while waiting for the time of departure.
But most of all, I am disappointed with myself. Living in a different place meant growing and changing in accordance to the environment. When you return to a place you've known for so long and still get the same treatment. And now I wonder to myself, am I still as immature as I was a few years back or whether others just perceive me to be the same person I was back then.