What I hate on holiday ...

What I hate about going home for holiday is that I just tend to bump into people I know. Of course it’s not their faults; they are on their holiday too. But meeting them especially those I never keep in touch with is mostly painful. I usually don’t know what to say but smile and say ‘hi’. I don’t know how far I can go into the past, how deep I can probe into my memories. There are things to say, there are more things to hide. You just don’t know where to start and when to stop. It’s so confusing. An awkward meeting with even an awkward ending…