Ahhh, my Japanese friend staying at my place is starting to be some sort of drag. He's a nice guy, but at times he acts rather oddly.

He came to visit this country just 'in transit', on his way to the neighboring country cause there're no direct flights between Japan and that place. Sometimes when we talk, he's not very deep in his questions, but some other times, he's so deep that it just bores me. Like at the restaurant or street stalls, he may stay chatting with the salesperson. I'm already done, I want to move on... but he's still asking from what time until what time does he work, how many days a week, etc.

Then sometimes he may not have much interest in something, like a particular restaurant, or a massage session... but if he happens to find out that it's people from the country he intended to visit, he suddenly becomes very interested when I'm more like 'If they're delivering, that's good enough for me, now I want to move on'.

The last three nights he spent elsewhere. He didn't come to sleep in my place. I didn't ask what he'd been up to. If he doesn't feel comfortable talking about his naughty adventures, there's no reason for me to press. But I highly suspect he must've met a girl from that country. The morning after the first night he didn't come to sleep, he said he'd been to a massage parlor, and met a girl, and then he went to spend the night at her place. Okay, one night stand I thought. But then a second night, and then a third night.

He was supposed to fly back to Japan today but hadn't found any tickets (I bet he didn't even try finding one). He did sleep in my place, but very early in the morning, before 7:00, he got a phone call. He started to talk with a very low voice in English asking the other person 'How do you feel' and stuff. Then he went outside 'to buy coffe', and didn't come back for an hour.

This is all really odd behavior from him. I don't mind any of that. But it does bother me to have him in my bedroom smoking. Sometimes he smokes so much that I can even smell the tabacco from the corridor behind closed doors. It's disgusting.

Anyway why don't I tell him he should smoke outside? Because I also smoke, but very very sporadically inside my bedroom. So if I myself smoke, how can I deny that to him? Like I said, I do that very seldom, he's more like a chain smoker.

Reconstruction: Bush Got $500,000 From Companies That Got Contracts, Study Finds

Why I'm not surprised?

The war against Iraq is all about money, nothing to do with terrorism (it's never been proved that Saddam had anything to do with Al Qaeda), nor any threat of weapons of mass destruction against the lives and the life style of the American people (it has never been found any trace of weapons; they've only got EVIDENCE of PROGRAMS to develop wmd, ha! how dangerous!).

This is all bullshit.

Man, I'm so happy my brother is back in town! He came back on Thursday night, and I went to the airport to receive him.

Before that, since it'd been a national holiday, I'd spent most of the day dozing in my bed. Last week I'd had too many 'special occasions' that made me end up staying up quite late, and then the following day I'd be like a zombie. Not good. So when it became dark, my friend (who's staying with me probably until this weekend) said he'd like to go eat something special (not the cheap stuff we're eating everyday).

So out we went... We thought of going to a big shopping center not too far from my place. We wanted to eat some Japanese food. By the time we got off the train, it was about ten minutes before the shopping center would close (the restaurants inside stay open longer), but then my friend got a call on his mobile from a girl he met on the street.

Without leaving the station, he started to chat with her, and after a long time... He said can we wait for her? She's heading this way and will be here in ten minutes to join us for dinner. I said sure, thinking that I still had just enough time before the airplane would arrive.

The freaking girl took three times as long to arrive! I was mad, but tried not to show it. Why lie to such a plain question? If she's going to take 30 minutes, why not say so?

I ate superfast, which I hated to do because I was spending a lot of money on that food, and ran for the airport.

After that, it was just happiness to meet my brother again!

This is funny... my friend was at first talking about Massage Parlors as something that he'd really would like to learn about, but not really use. He asked me to take him to several of them, but just to look.

So that's what I did.

Then the first day, at the end of the day, he suddenly changed his mind. And instead of just looking, now he wanted to make use of one. Okay. Then like two or three days later he goes by himself to a real Massage Parlor, where they're supposed to be offering only massage. But he got an "unexpected extra", and was so extremely pleased, than since then most of the things he talks to me have to do with that.

Yesterday he was so horny he really really wanted to go again. At the end he didn't, but I found it funny to see the transition from "I just want to look, I'm not really interested in using." to "Can't we go tonight? Are you sure you don't want to do it tonight?". And he did spend most of the night just talking about that.

While having dinner at a Japanese restaurant, he was practically all the time checking his bus route map to figure out how to get to that area by himself. Then he was thinking about exchanging money... Too bad dude.

Yesterday afternoon my friend and me (he's staying for a few days at my place) just went our separate ways. For the first few days, I felt kind of in the obligation to be a good host and show him around. But I think I've shown him around enough, and now he can find his way on his own.

I went to a very nice shopping center, had something to eat at Burger King, and then was browsing the books at the best English language bookstore in the city. I bought "Prey" by Michael Crichton. I started to read it last night, and it's very interesting and easy to read. I think I've never gone through the pages of a novel so fast and so absorved. This is the same guy who wrote Jurassic Park and the Andromeda Syndrome.

My friend went to check a Movie Festival. I'd seen the list of films on offer, but couldn't find anything interesting, so I wasn't willing to join him at all. He said that after the Movie Festival, he went to get a massage. He'd been talking about that so many times since he came... I don't know what's up with that. I've tried the local traditional massage, and although it felt good, I wasn't impressed. He said that he found a place where he got a very cute girl serve him. It was in a private room (as opposed to a large room with many tables), and he said that at some point the girl offered to give him a blow job in exchange of some extra tip. I think he was happy. Like I said, I'm not impressed.

Shitty Saturday... I wonder what will happen tonight. So far, I haven't put one toe outside of my room.

Last night I went with a friend to a Starbucks cause he wanted to use their hotspot. We bought one drink each, and got tickets with userids and passwords to use their high speed internet for one hour. Then he realizes that his laptop's battery is bad, and doesn't last more than 10 - 15 minutes. Too bad.

He left me his userid and I kept on using the hotspot for two hours alone, while he was gone to check the bars nearby.

When time was up for me, he came back to Starbucks, and we headed together to take a look at the go-go bars. We came into one, and we saw many cuties. We were there for nearly one hour, but aside from the eye-candy, I found the place rather boring.

Afterwards, he was checking some website for information on the bar we'd been to, and he discovered that approx. half of those 'cuties' were acutally transexuals!

Last Saturday, when all of the most important things were already in place in my new laptop computer, I was eager to try the built-in wireless ethernet! Yes! My ThinkPad has built-in wireless! But in this country, hotspots are not that common...

So first, I went to a pretty swanky shopping center. Those guys have a hotspot in their basement level. Unfortunately, when I got there, the guy in charge told me that they charge about US$4.50 per hour, and the download speed is an amazing 56kbps! When he saw my expression of disbelief, he added that that's the standard speed of broadband in this country. Bullshit.

Next, I headed for Starbucks. There I found that they don't charge you anything separately for the use of their hotspot, provided you buy some drink, which is fair enough. If you do that, they'll give you a userid and password that allows you to use the hotspot for 30 minutes. I liked it! That was so fast! Unfortunately, they don't have power outlets, so you have to make sure you have a fully charged battery when you go. But it was very nice anyway.

Ummm, after so many days at last I get the chance to again contribute to the wealth of knowledge available to humankind through the magic of Internet...

What happened is that finally I got my laptop computer and was busy taming it! It came with Windows XP and some other programs in the local language, so first I took some time consulting the guys who sold me the computer brand new (IBM themselves) on how could I change the language into English; meaning of course, either have the computer changed altogether or have somebody in IBM reinstall Windows.

When the girl came back to me with the answer the next day, I was stunned. Obviously, she's just a salesperson, so she'd consulted "the software guys", and they'd told her to explain to me about the Control Panel's Regional Settings. I'd already tried that myself without having to consult the experts, and it only changed the format in which dates and currencies are displayed.

So there was one wasted day. Next, I decided to install Windows by myself. And after that was done, I had to install all the device drivers and other goodies that my ThinkPad had originally brought with it. After that, I'd been taking my time to install other software, and that's why I didn't add anything to my blog.

Now I'm downloading the Windows patches, and haven't finished updating the Norton Antivirus files yet either. That makes me a bit nervous when I'm connected to the Internet. But what can I do, if all I have in this office is a freaking telephone line? On good days, it gives me about 31kbps, but yesterday it insisted on the fantastic speed of 19.2kbps. With that speed (and the often times dropped telephone connection), how am I supposed to download over 35 Megas worth of patches?

Yesterday when I left the office it looked like it was going to rain, so I just went directly back to the hotel.

I stopped by the lobby to read the news, and there was this white guy watching TV with a local girl. It looked like they were just killing time by watching TV and having some snacks. Then at one moment the guy walks in front of me (to go to the bathroom or something), and when he comes back, he starts to talk to me.

He tells me that since I'm reading the English papers, I can't be a local, where am I from, etc. He's an American, but quite a nice guy.

A few moments later comes in an old white guy with two local women, but they went directly to the elevator and disappeared. I barely noticed them. Not the younger guy, Randy, who was gigling at the older guy taking two women to his bedroom!

This morning I was watching BBC news, and they showed a short report about the California governor's recall campaign. The current governor, Gray Davis was on his campaign to be re-elected, he was parading on a double-decker bus waving his hand and one little American flag to the well wishers on the sides of the street.

What puzzled me is that many of the guys cheering Davis were waving back at him little Mexican flags! Some of them were waving American flags, but I don't understand why would other people greet Davis with a Mexican one? What; is he promising to return California to Mexican rule?

It just doesn't make sense to me. How about greeting Bush next year in his re-election campaign with an Israeli flag? That would make more sense.

I just can't remember what I did on Friday night. I recall that I was smoking on my way from the office to the hotel, then I stopped by the lobby to read the newspaper hoping that my brother would call me to get together. It just didn't happen, but I don't remember what I did instead. Ah, I think after that I went upstairs to my room, waited a bit more, and since nobody called, I went alone to the nearby shopping center to get some cheap food. Yeah, that's right. And I was quite delighted to find that they were selling those meat filled chinese buns. That's how my Friday ended.

Then on Saturday, I was smoking from the morning. I did that moments before lunch time. The previous night I'd bought bread and a can of tuna, so my brunch was tuna sandwiches. They tasted of glory! This particular brand of tuna is great for sanwiches because the fish is not in chunks, is in flakes; plus, the fish is bathed in oil and broth, so it's quite tasty.

Then I stopped smoking, and in the afternoon went to a real nice shopping center dressed like a backpacker. I wanted to watch "Finding Nemo". Even though it didn't have anything to do with sex, drugs, nor rock'n roll, I enjoyed the film.

After the movie, on my way back to the hotel, I get a phone call from my long lost friend! He was back in the city! He'd just arrived in the airport! This dude was supposed to come several weeks ago. I thought perhaps he'd been arrested or something, so I was pretty happy to see him again. He was going to stay in my room.

But, but! As soon as he arrived, he was telling me he wanted to get layed? But by the time we got together it was already too late for that. I think he was really horny because we went out anyway, to a bar. This bar was funny cause the girls were so ugly they should've payed us to be there! Man, there were so old ladies doing bartop dancing, a few other ones had a belly (and they were not pregnant). I'd swear that a couple of them were not even girls, but gays. Whatever.

Sunday was spent pretty much doing nothing. My friend had a lot of planning and e-mail to do, but among the so many things he had to think about, he was so confursed that he hardly made up his mind even in the last minute. We were supposed to find a place and get layed, cause he wouldn't stop talking about that. But then on the other hand he wouldn't stop talking about his work either, wondering in which order should he do his stuff. He was worried cause some of them were mutually exclusive goals. We either get layed or he does a bit of work; he can't get it both ways.

At the end he gave preference to work (even though it was a Sunday night). I waited him for about four hours to make up his mind, and gee, what an undecided guy. I didn't know this side of him.

Gee, at last I got my work permit! I went this morning to the Ministry of Labour, and after a short wait, I had it with me. It looks like a passport, but it's not as carefully made.

Anyway, it's not exactly what I was expecting because this work permit that they gave me is valid for only three months! Why only three months and not one year? Because my visa is valid for three months only! Why do I have a three month visa instead of a one year visa? Because that's all they're gonna give you when you start doing this paperwork.

So what's next is to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with my work permit and my passport, and have my current visa extended for one year. Then go once again to the Ministry of Labour and have the work permit redone so that it's valid for one year instead.

Stupid, but what am I gonna do?

What a ridiculous wall they're building within Palestinian territory. If Israel wants to put a fence between the demure Israelis and the barbarian Palestinians, this wall should be either on the border between Israel and the West Bank, or within Israel. Building the wall within the West Bank is ridiculous and in my humble opinion constitutes land theft.

If I have problems with my neighbor because his baseball keeps on breaking my window glasses, or because his pet cat keeps on coming to my yard to pee... would it be okay that I build a huge fence within his yard so that part of his land ends up isolated from the rest of his property, and kind of anexed to mine?

Which country in the Middle East repeatedly ignores UN resolutions? Which country in the Middle East has or develops WMD? Which country in the Middle East is currently occupying territory that does not belong to them? Which country in the Middle East consistently violates the human rights of people living in the territory under their control? Which country in the Middle East murders without trial the leaders of opponent local groups?

The answer: Israel

And for the US... nothing is happening there, let's keep on sending billions (with 'B') to support those nice guys. But oh yeah, Iraq is a menace, blah blah blah.

Yesterday I unexpectedly met my brother! That was nice! I got to spend most of the day with him, like in the old days. He had a lunch meeting, so I made him company to the place, but ate separately.

Then I went to his office, and was killing some time with him, smoking and chatting. Then we went to play snooker nearby. That was fun too.

But man, again we ran into these guys from his office at the snooker place. They are nice people, but I'm a bit ashamed that every single time that I see them, I'm very high. But they seem not to notice. Since even the first time that I met them I was like that, perhaps they think that's the natural way I am.

The only thing I don't like much about them is that they like to bet money on the game! Last night I won though, so I can't really complain. But I won mostly thanks to them giving me some advantage points, not because I played great.

Anyway, after I left, and since I was high and with extra money, I stopped by MacDonald's and had some chicken nuggets. Then when I got closer to my place, I was hungry again, so I bought a couple of sandwiches at the convinience store. Shitty sandwiches. They should learn from the Japanese how to fix those things. Here they can't hold a candle to the Japanese convinience stores!

Then in my bedroom, I thought I'd smoke a bit more (why not?), and burnt my finger cause my lighter's flame didn't burn in the direction I thought it would. It's not one of those plain lighters that give you a flame similar to a candle's flame. My lighter's flame is more like a blow torch, and with me being so high, well things happen.

And talking about things happening... I'll get laid tomorrow! Should I jerk off beforehand to make the session longer, or should I save it to make it more intense?