Well, I am extremely excited because all of a sudden, China decides to unblock access my website! At least, I am able to post. Which is uber exciting, of course.

I’ve visited Hangzhou, where it was family reunions all around, Shanghai, reunions with friends all around and Tianjin, again, reunions with friends.
It’s been so nice here that I really don’t want to go back to Canada, simply because it’s a welcome break from the cycle of school, extracurriculars and other lessons.

I ran a fever of 40.1 Celsius yesterday, and I have no idea whatsoever how that happened. I’m almost perfectly fine now, funnily enough.

I mustn’t get onto a random train of thought so late, so, until then.

I’ll be off to China in a day’s time, and of late, I’ve been wondering where home truly is.
As a third culture kid (which is actually a  pretty general stereotype), I don’t suppose I have a home. I’ve always believed, though, that home is where the heart is.
My problem is that I don’t know where my heart lies, or where it belongs, for that matter. So I’m stuck with calling where ever I am physically “home”, until I find a permanent place that I cannot bear to leave.

“Imagine all the people, living life in peace…
And the world will be as one…
And the world will live as one…”

- John Lennon, “Imagine”

If one is born white, one should stay white and die white.
If one is born yellow, one should stay yellow and die yellow.
If one is born brown, one should stay brown and die brown.
If one is born black, one should stay black and die black.
And if one is born a mix, one should stay mixed and die a mix.

We should all be proud on who we were born as.
We should all strive to abolish racism.
We should all go forward to become one world that can continue on in peace despite all the differences that come between us.

想象同一个世界。