maybe this time i'll get it right. i'd like to think that this new country, new territory unchartered by me, will bring me something new. but it's the same skin feeling the humid air. the same eyes seeing the city skyline. and people haven't changed a bit. we're all equally afraid. of loneliness. of not following the herd.
so i will be a good little lamb and go to the fold of my fellow countrymen. since people group together like sheep, and devide themselves into groups based on something as superficial as nationality, i must follow. this little lamb is going to the ex-pats.

this is yesterday - tomorrow comes today