Memories

I have too diary books. The black leather one has notes about my 2003
in Chicago. This is the red one with hard covers. It was a present I
got in an annual Teacher's Exhibition in Arkansas State Convention
Center. Before I throw them away, I flipped through my 2003, 2004, and
2005.

My red 2005 told me how I had to pick up the habit for daily
schedules. That was when I found out I could hardly handle so many
appointments and finish my study. I found that almost all of my
classmates have a small book for professor's assignments. "This is a
good idea for turning in different homeworks." So I had this red
notebook.

Flipping through it, I saw the address of that Creek Church, where I
went for a job hunting last year. I saw the Web site digital address
and the administration codes that I applied and built for APRCC. I saw
some names that belong to some units I applied for. I also saw this
name card:

Brenda Marks
Team Manager, Professional Recruitment Office of Human Resources
Arkansas Department of Human Services Office of Administrative Services
Donaghey Plaza West, 3rd Fl.
Seventh & Main Streets
P.O.Box 1437, Slot @301
Little Rock, Ar 72203-1437
Telephone: 501-682-6495
Fax: 501-682-6569

I should remember this address and name for some reason.

I found a long-time missed blog address: ifo1.blogspot.com. I will add
this address on my msn space.

I saw my notes for the journalism comprehensive project. Oh, I had
looked for it for varification purpose.

I even saw the interview questions for Lajuana and the Japanese
consular from New Orleans, Masaru Sakato.

"What have you been doing? Son. I want to know."
"I had been trying to forget you. But I couldn't."
(The Lake House, 2006)

This is what Alex Wyler told his father. It reminded me my past. I can
throw these books away, I cannot throw away my memory.