Asian Cup

I'm back in Seoul now, which almost feels like coming home. I watched the Asian Cup with many fanatic Koreans and one lonely Saudi. I spend one more day in Korea and then go to America.

I finished The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle on the train to Narita. I do love Murakami's books, and reading one in Japan was a special treat.

I bought only seven bottles of Kamu Kamu candy. I was about to buy thirty, and then I thought, "suppose they don't let me bring them into America, because they think I'm a terrorist trying to poison the water??" Flying, customs, and immigration are getting really weird these days. Now they are taking away my harmless little water bottle :-((

I was taken by Jizo, the Japanese Bodhisattva to whom we pray:

"rescue us from random rebirth amongst the six realms: Heaven, Hell, the Human Worlds, the Animal Worlds, Continuous Fighting, and Hungry Spirits."

I will stop complaining. Life in the Human Worlds is OK, considering the alternatives.