2005/May/12

Today, at present time, now, whatever you call it ... I am working at my desk at the Dept. of Computing, Silpakorn University ... writing a chapter for my new book ....

For no good reason, or even for no reason at all, things in the past 7 years in Japan is running through my memory .. passing my internal eyes.

No. I do not want to think of them in particular. I do not wish to recall them now. I do not know why my mind is doing so.

In the middle of spring, not yet a summer, I went for Japan. Before I could feel the flow of time, summer had passed and then autumn, which soon followed by winter. It had been the regular seasonal pattern for me. It had been seven long years which now I feel was so short. All memories are now passing before my eyes as if it was only yesterday when all of them happened.

Memories of my first days in Japan, of my first group of friends, of when I moved from Tokyo to Tsukuba, of good old friends, good old places, ...

Memories of good old memories. Days passed, time passed. Past had passed.

The memories of the good pasts, however, had not. They are all alive inside me still, waiting for sometime to be recalled .. like today.