登機箱

明日一早就要出發到機場，參加在夏威夷的研討會。拿出衣櫃中的登機箱，準備將些衣物收拾入內。拉開箱子，一股香氣撲鼻而來。這是上個月到倫敦開會時，在當地商場買的香皂所遺留的氣味，沒想到會持續到現在。這個登機箱，買不到三年的時間，卻已經有些斑駁。我是拖著它，到不少城市開會或旅遊，然後又回到這裡，一個我所見過最糟糕的地方。

History Repeats Itself

History repeats, with short interval this time. When I open the door and my arms to her, she takes it for granted. One day she evaporated from my life without any word. I waited and asked three times. The first text message is “hello”; the second one is “long time no see. How are you doing?” and the last one is “Could you tell why?” No answer still.

Tradition in Modern

This was the first I visited Tokyo. Before I though Tokyo could be another New York City, packed with skyscrapers, people and cars. This visit proved I was wrong. 

Skytree, a tower more appealing to the young than Tokyo Tower.