Its been two weeks since i Left Singapore for china. During the two weeks, i've gotta say there's no place like home. So, tonight, i will board a plane home bound, to pick up where i've left off.

Beijing, a city of grand proportions.
Tianjin, where i visited an authentic Chinese Christian church.
Chengde, where the blistering cold coupled with the imperial housing complex showed me perfect symmetry
Xiamen, a place closer to home.

Indeed, as it has been said, China has changed alot; gone are the days of utopian ideals of communist equality, with the changes brought forth by Deng XiaoPing, China has become a fortress in the capitalist world. In another 2 decades or so, China will spearhead capitalism into the next stage, along with its population, the Chinese will march as one; Strong, united, determined and seemingly unstoppable. A power that even the mighty US will not be able to easily ignore.

In China, its most valuable asset is not its land, not its industry, not its technology, not its Soviet Derived military prowress, but its foundation and its people.

a foundation of 5000 years, and a population of mass proportions.

what will happen?

we're witnessing possibly the most exciting story history has to offer.

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out of all that, i've lost one thing dear to me, the

United World College Scholarship Application.

A journey that started in March,
pass the workshop that saw womens rights clinch top spot,
join the Women Rights group that has gone thus far,
enter the speech contest that gave me top 6,
left the group, that turned to politics and jealousy
opened my mind to the world of ideals
the nights that last so long.
a call on a night that has long passed.
an email that showed me what joy
a hour early, a blue suit, the interview that showed me what's good.
and now i sit, in this room, looking at that email, that presented no good.

it is with a heavy heart, that i write this down, that i have been turned down. for i am not worthy of the idealistic world of the UWC, i can only stand, alone staring at my feet.

what a journey, so long and time.

started in march and ending in time, during the final days of november, in the bistering cold, through the roller coaster, that is my O's

i keep my promise, the only one i have, to hold my head high, staring at the sky.

good bye.