This is the guy who never missed to attend the Olympic game for the last 50 Years!!!! He is the head of the Japanese supporter of the Olympic! 
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When I was a kid, around 10 years old, I had quite a few notebooks of diaries. Some of them were shared with my friends. We used to write on one notebook passing one after the other during a class at school. At that time, I remember that I had a lots of questions in my head as a kid. Everything on the earth was mysteries.So naturallly I kept attacking my father with those questions.”why is that?” ….why why why? He used to answer,”Write them down on a notebook, and you will be able to answer yourself when you are older.” I guess now that he was a little bit fed with my chain of questions.But at that time, I thought its wonderful, since I was still naive to believe that being adult means you understand everything perfect! I believed that everything has a sense. Clear!I believed all superhero, Superman, Ultraman, etcetc, right is right, wrong is wrong.and being excited about, one day when I am gonna be a grown up, and understand the whole explanations. So I had some notebooks, which contains those my early questions. One day I came up an idea that I am gonna make a time capsule, and buried them to the earth in our garden, keeping there till Im old enough. Continue reading ‘Time Capsule’
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Memory ….is such a fragile thing…Longer we have come to the present moment, thinner the line of the memory became….then I am not even sure if it happened in reality, or just i was dreaming about it…or my brain has manipulated me conveniently…
my first memory….is just sounds and pictures….i can see only the old wooden framed window. and there is the noise that old window makes. I guess it was in winter. there are some traces of snow on the window. then cracks and sounds.
this is the earliest memory I could remember. I guess I was not even 2 years old since my parents moved to newly renovated house by the time I reached three years old.
But is it true that i was living in such a place???…not sure anymore….or do i really have this memory?…Or my mother talked about it and my brain took as my memory???? dont know….
5th year of me staying in London, my father finally decided to visit me there. Then one of the sightseeing days, I took him to the British Museum which was refurbished recently at that time. As soon as he entered the library which was designed in a circle with full of collective valuable books, he said in amazement.
“This is the place I dreamt when I was a boy! This is the place!.I was only 6 years old when I had this dream. But I still remember, and time to time I was thinking where it could be! This is the place. and This is the reason. ”
It cant be just the manipulated memory since the plan of the library was not even planned when he was young. And the layout of the library is not the usual one.
Since that day every morning (till him leaving London), he walked from the hotel at Baker street to the British Museum. (if you know the map of London, its not a short walk, not even pleasant!!)…I wonder what he has been thinking about with these walks…
Is there any strong connection between my father and the library? I wonder if it was just a key for him to trace back to his memory as a boy???
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i remember the feeling of the moment when im about to be out of my body. i still remember how to take myself out of my body physically. it was simple and natural. it was a second will and was free to take out myself into the different dimension. the sensation of the moment is still here in my memory (?)..or body….its like a body still remembering about burning of a hand when you touch a fire. when i thought about flying, i know my body remember.
But I dont fly anymore. I cant. I try. then I cant. it was simple. but Not anymore.
when i was a child, going to sleep was like going to the other dimension. before i go to sleep, i kind of wish where i go tonight. then HOOP!,within a moment, im out of my body, flying high to the sky, even i could see my body stuck and sleep on the bed. i could go anywhere i want as long as i like. I even thought that i have to be careful that my mother might realize im not there.
as i became older and my brain is occupied with reality (in my way), i feel my dream world is getting closer to the earth, too. i still have lots of odd dreams and dreams make myself odd too. but with the subject of flying ……stopped.
i wonder why…..
i know how to do it. i know its simple. i remember physically. then why not?
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