"And yet, i feel displaced... how does one define home? Where one's family is? Where someone experience 'life' as we know it? Independence? Memories? "
-- Miss Chloe Andrina Lim

I found these words from my GP tutor's website. I've been questioning myself over the same problem. I was born somewhere with big population, really big, like China, and how many of them do I actually know? This is a queer feeling... while my parents couldn't stop moving between some cities in the east of China, i refused to move on, paused here on this tropical island. The weather is kinda hot. Yes indeed, but I couldn't care, being anxious and desperate in search of somewhere called 'home'.
Now being used to the lifestyle here, being independent, with some memories in the head, can I finally call this place a 'home'? Not a clue. Still, I feel different, or displaced(as Ms Lim described), because of the nice accent in which I speak Chinese, the weird accent I use to speak English, the 'weird' taste on things I have, because I like tea, but not coffee, maybe largely because I can never pass the general paper.
There's a beautiful and strange place on earth, with huge population, damn huge, like China. That's where I was born, and where my family is, but where streets are full of ignorant, awkward bumpkins, and rowdy punks of my own age.
It just don't compare with the feeling of sitting in the McCafe opposite Parkway Parade and seeing millions of VJC people pass by outside the window. But can I call it my home? I don't know...

Keane
Out of everyone
Can anybody find their home
Lost in the sun
Can anybody find their home
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CHAMPS!

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