I watched the opening ceremony for the 29th Olympic on Friday night over the television. I was speechless as it hit my heart so deep.

The first Olympic ever held in China. It meant a lot for us, Chinese.

When they play the Chinese National Anthem, I couldn't hold my tears. I never thought I could be so touched while hearing the Anthem but I did. As I figured out my identity as a Chinese after twenty-five years. Yet, I still don't know how to sing the Anthem. I believe, one day, I'll remember the lyrics.

The Olympic and Beyond

It's almost August and the Beijing Olympic is coming up.

I still remember I spent a lot of time watching the Sydney Olympic eight years ago. That was when I first got to the States and school hasn't started yet. Then it was four years ago the Greece Olympic, I remember it was a touching moment watching the ending ceremony. It seems like yesterday.

Time flies. I can't believe it's been eight years. And for the first time in my life, I've such a strong feeling that I'm Chinese. To be honest, being born and grew up in the Colonial era of Hong Kong, holding a British passport and being study aboard and work in the United States for many years; I don't have a sense of belonging of Hong Kong, not to mention China.

But lately I've been reading a lot of article about Beijing, its architecture and city development. I'm thrilled to find out what the Olympic has bought to China, and yet I'm sad about the changes and disappearing of our tradition. It started to make me feel like I should do something for my country. I want to be a part of it.

It's a bit late, but not too late yet; after twenty five years, I figured out the answer. Now I just need to work towards it.