Olympics 2008

Final it is over. I can’t wait to watch the closing ceremony on TV even tough I have already known the plot. I am very proud of China to make this Olympics the best ever. The only flaw is the entire fake incidents. We really don't. We don't need those to earn to be the best. We can do it. If really want to be as strong as respect. We need to show our altitudes of real us. Chinese has nothing to be ashamed of. Lets show people our real face and earn the world true respect. Who can create such a wonderful Olympics Game?

Woodside Park

I remember when I was young. A/C wasn’t that proper among our class. Living in public housing without A/C, every night in summer, my father brought me to the neighborhood park. I enjoyed a lot because I could have ice bar, toys, playing around park and those memories stay with me forever. I was at the park today, the park I always went after my family moved to Japan. This year has given me a lot of chances to think about myself and all my love ones. Kids were bicycling all over me. I was studying Japanese. The memories of my mom flash back. When I was around 13 years old, my mom always brought me to Tai Po and rented me a bicycle and watched me to play by myself. I don’t think I will do that anymore with my mom. But I will love to do this with my son. I think my mom miss those moments a lot. An Indian boy just passed in front of me. Her mom was accompanying with him. Her son was riding on the bike just like me when I was young and her mom was just like my mom. I enjoyed a lot to look at them, I saw myself when I was young and my mom when she was young and full of expectation toward us and her life- to give all she had to us. It is just like I will give all I have to my son and daughter. I am thankful that I have a year of myself in my whole life that I can stop, rest and thing about my first chapter of my life, and what I want to be, not what I should do to the next chapter of my life. I want to give the exactly some memories that my father and my mom gave me. Those has stayed with me and no one could possible taking away. I love those rice noodles with peanuts and sweet sauce that my father bought every night after he got out from work, from Ngau Tau Kok. He had to walk uphill about 15 minutes plus more than 200 stairs to get home. But do you know what; I know exactly what he had in his mind. I truly do. I understood now. When he was walking every step up, he was thinking about his family, his sons are waiting for him. When he bought those noodles, what he was thinking was our smiles and happiness. I promise you; father, you indeed made me so happy and those memories enriched my soul.