it must be the rain

that flies horizontally and soaks your feet as you trudge through landscapes of grey and traffic sounds.

or it might be alvin's song. that tanya chua is a suicide siren.

but i suppose its the fact that i'm finally at the half way point of this exchange period - when the thrill of new experiences have ended and the end is also nowhere in sight.

i came to america to rediscover life. not find more of the same. but i guess you're still stuck with yourself no matter where you go.

anymore nostalgia and i will drown.