a little more than a week has passed since i arrived in singapore for the singapore<>brisbane exchange. at the end of the first week, i found myself feeling angry, irritable, and frustrated. i knew i was getting swept back in to this city, and its quirks – the quirks that have had its effects so ingrained in me as a child, the quirks which i’ve consciously refused to conform to, and still – always creeping back in; my personal politics.
