It was some curious bird in my brain that persistently humming in my ears to go out there, to the Google jungle, and take a look at your manuscripts, professor. What is in your notebook? How do you write? How do you organize your thoughts? What else can I learn from you? I already see you raising your eyebrow saying that these d... students want to know too much and keeping on bothering you even though the class is already over. Yes, the class has recently ended and we went our separate ways, like to boats once met each other in the deep water and sailed away in the different directions. However, there is something that is still lingering in the air - memories. Those are the good memories of the good time: thought-provoking dialogs in the class, pondering on ethical issues and personal values, and learning how to care for others. But there is also one memory of a promise once has been given by you to share your notebook with us, students. I have not yet seen that 2008 spring semester notebook. Thus, I will enjoy reading this one and hope to see the other. One walked by pedestrian.