Erikology @ MindSay

When I was little, teachers and parents always held my hand when I cross the road. When school finished, I saw the red light turned into green, and I also saw those drivers' sad faces. Some so-called "good pupils" then held their flags and poles line across the road. Teachers then led us crossed the road carefully. That was the traffic light near the primary school I attended.

When I was in Intermediate School, I got used to go home alone. I walked from the bus stop to the traffic light opposite my home. Those rainy days when I needed to make a choice, were still lying in my memory: "Should I cross the road even the traffic light is red? or I stand and wait in the rain?" I chose standing in rain. I had a burning desire to cross the road, but I was too influenced by those rules that I was taught in primary. But I was scared too. Cars seemed to worry for the drivers, worry that they were going to lose their patience. Speeding cars flied by, and wind made rains hit on my face. I dare not take a step.

Even I finally learned how to take my first step after I came to New Zealand, experience still told me that I was still far from my destination. If at this instance I saw my destination across the road, I wwould step out even the traffic light was red. But the problem was I lost my direction. Where should I look towards? Although the speeding cars were still speedy enough to wind me away, I wanted to cross the road. Although I was wounded, I faced changes.

There are tens of traffic lights near my house. Everyday is a choice for me. "Should I go for it?" Even it is possible that my life will end by an accident. There are no more teachers like there were in primary, there is no more weakness that I should be entitled with; but destination, it makes me feel life is all about it. Live for a dream, I did it.

Today is a good start of all. Sunny morning with breeze. Time is so fast. I have been to New Zealand for three years. Today was normal as any others. I still watched Freinds my favourite. But today was the final episode ever. Although it was my second time of watching this episode, I was still quite internally emotional about it. Saying goodbye is always a tough job, but I also reckon that there is nothing new if you just stick with the old ones. For me memory is always better than reality. 'Cause I always complaint about the presence, even I know it is not that bad.

The first thing I want to thank is my friends, Helen.T, Calvin.L, Ricky.M, Brian.C, Elton.C, William.H,  Akash.J, Danny.Y, Ady, Yan.L, Yan, Snow, Lauren.K, Micky, Jamie, Muralie, Jay, Santosh, Valeh, Sherry, Liam.W, Maliwan, Susan, Ellisha, Sunny, Sorah.l, Kelvin, Avelin, Manjani, Ian.L, Karen.L, Delnaz, Sabrya, Ruby.C, Leila.C, Jason.K, Qian, Vicky, Cathy, Venus, Ana, Ou.Yang.Chiu, Laurence.W, Moon, Jason.W, Joe, William.L (who has same birthday as mine!)  .......................................................... and of course teachers include: Mr. Smith (CAL), Mr. Smith (PHY), Ms.Johnson (ENG), Ms.Freeman (PHY), Mr.Conniff (BIO), Ms.Barret (PHYSCH), Ms.Woods (BIOSCH), and last not least Mr Thompson (GEO & GEOSCH). A special thanks to my Stepdad and my beautiful beautiful mother.