like that englishman in new york, i've never felt a sense of belonging. in brunei, i was known as the girl from singapore. in singapore, i'm known as the girl from brunei. the phrase 'international student' sticks out like a sore thumb when my papers are being read. but aren't we all just creatures of a universe.

moving around has made me physically, and mentally exhausted. is there a place i call home? no, not yet.

i dream of a place where i can go home to, a place of my own where i can read a great novel, without having to worry if the neighbour's cat would come in and terrorise me. a place where i can play my kind of music without the sound of someone else's music booming in the background. my place.

maybe i'm just not used to having people around, being an only child. have i turned into a selfish person by hoping for all these? have i not been selfless enough, allowing the people who i live with to have it their way and just suffocate to their likings?

i guess i'll just have to live with it for a little while more.

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