Zinedine Zidane

"Allez Zizou!"
I'm not French, but I supported France. This guy looked lost his power last few years. But he became a hero again for his last games. He was really shining during the world cup. I was really worry that Italy would break his last game. Because Italy was even not football team. They were always crazy to cheat the referee than to play football, never respect the others. They weren't worth to play for Zizou's last game. My hunch came true. But his legend is unbreakable. He taught me people can get buck their glory.
Merci beaucoup, Zizou. Je ne vous oublie jamais .

来春 (Spring comes)

I'm relaxing in Montreal these days. A spring has come. It's much warmer than last time I was here. People go out and have fun. It was good that I was out of Montreal after all. Now I understand how the city is beautiful. It's more like whole city is an art. People are more relaxing than any other places. I wonder how they kept such art sense. I realized it's extremely hard in case people are mixed during my travel to Niagara Falls.

I love Montreal.

Kim and Chang

“Hangugai yeoja chingu iseosung-dai (Because I had a girl friend in Korea)”. “Ah, kureyo? (Oh, did you?)”. “Chigum opseoyo (Now no)”. “Hai iseoyo? (Did you break up?)”. I was used to shop at same store in Niagara Falls Canada. I had a big difficulty with a local foods. They were terribly unbalanced energy, and never feed your soul. I'm capable to cook, but I had no kitchen at my motel. I was feeling terribly sick at both body and soul. I tried to find the store which sells human food. And then I found this Korean store. The shop keepers became my friends. Maybe They were interested of a strange Japanese who speaks Korean. They were selling Kimchi (Korean pickles). I bought it everyday. They doubled Kimchis in the refrigerator. It was little bit pressure for me, but it's ok:p They were used to give me Pulgogi (Korean barbecue) and Pap (Korean rice) for free. Korean food is the best healthy food for both body and soul in the world. That's why they could understand my difficulty. They were used to talk to me in Korean. I speak Hindi and Bengali as well. To speak them is more like joke, because Indian who are out of India speak English very well. But to speak Korean is much different. Korean people speak very little English. My Korean isn't good enough. It was very difficult that to speak Korean. But I was happy to do so. I'm used to ask local people for help during the travel, and I was used to help tourists in India or Japan for exchange. That's the way travel is. Specially Korean people are most hospitable people in my experience.

He never stops to love you

“Why people destroy the God's art?” That's my first impression when I reached Niagara Falls. It must been sacred place of native American. But now, there are full of concrete, casinos, haunted houses, ugly neon signs and soulless foods around the falls. Its spirituality has been spoiled long time ago, because of people's irresponsible desire. I was terribly angry and sad. I felt as if I'm looking at a corpse when I was looking at a fall. But I realized sometime it gets back its spirituality for a while. A rainbow appeared by the fall. It was as if the fall trying to relief me. The rainbow lasted only half an hour. And then the fall became corpse again.
I'm not good with the word. All I can say is there's a hope. Even people mistake without knowing, God keeps loving them.

Good bye Philippine

I’m sure you all get surprised. I was going to be catholic monk in Philippine even I’m such out of control. Of course I wasn’t good disciple for my master. I was used to comment for my master’s teaching. “Jerry, we religious are chosen people, we are different”. “Who is not chosen? People are all chosen for something special”. “Religious shouldn’t drink”. “Jesus loved to drink, because it’s the best way for discussion”. “Keep distance from women”. “Jesus always kept women beside him, because people need both power of men and women”. Like this. My master was always irritating. I had big difficulty with my master during the training. I was used to visit slam nearby my monastery. I was always welcome to them. People were really open in Philippine. I played basketball and watched NBA games with them. They comforted me without knowing. The end of the year, I went to the slam to celebrate New Year. They began to play fireworks, but one of fireworks fell into the middle of the slam. It became big fire, and began to burn their houses. Firemen came, but they didn’t want to get inside to put off fire. Someone must get inside, because fire was deep in the middle of slam. So I went with water hose in my hands. It was dangerous, gas was bombing everywhere, and electricity cables were cut, but I kept going, and reached middle of fire. The fire stopped, but it was big problem for my monastery. I had no right to do anything without permission, because I was just novice. That’s the way religious is. Much less, it was too dangerous. They had meeting, and I was forced to be in the monastery, but slam people needed people to sweep the after fire. So I went. Many of them lost everything. I brought my clothes and blankets, but nothing is my belongings, that’s the way religious is. Monks got angry. “Jerry, we’ll help them anyway, but we need to have a meeting to decide how to help them”. “They need help now, Manila is cold during the winter as you know, they can’t wait”.
I got kicked out of the monastery after all. I knew what happens, but I couldn't stop myself. Slam people helpped me when I was in the time of trouble. There's no way to runaway when they were in the time of trouble. Many of my friends expected I’d be good monk. Sorry friends, life is irregular, but it goes on. I’m wandering again.