baby waves of CULTURE shock

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On the bus, I’m a foreigner. On the MRT, I’m a stranger. On the sidewalks, I’m an intruder. In the classroom, I’m like a baby learning to talk.


Sometimes, this is how it feels. Sometimes, I feel estranged, shunned, stupid.

Other times, I am humbled by new faces, old faces. I am awestruck by new faith, old faith. I am inspired by architecture, flowers, art. I am empowered by a smile, a soul connection.

Most of the time, I’m just another face hand-crafted by the King of the Universe. I’m another member of this global community. I’m taking up space on the planet, trying to make it beautiful.

I’m taking up space on the bus, on the MRT, on the sidewalks, in the classroom. Trying to make the space around me beautiful.
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