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I wonder, can it be true that Kerry is more popular than Bush? Way to to!

Envoy's exhibit outburst reflects Israel-Europe rift

Exactly, "if everyone's an anti-Semite, you don't need to debate" with them. What a shameful strategy to avoid discussion on the injustices being committed against the Palestinians in the occupied territories.

If you are against the Israeli goverment's policy of occupation and repression in Gaza and the West Bank, it's because you're an anti-Jew. So they regard debating with you as a waste of time.

By the way, if the excuse Israel gives for having WMD is that they're a democracy, how come India (the largest democracy in the world) is treated differently?

There's gotta be a limit to all this. I came to this country following my brother because we were going to start a business of our own. It all sounded very good and exciting. I was very thrilled to be able to do something of our own and not depend on anybody else.

Then after a very long wait, my brother finally quits his old job, but instead of doing as we'd been talking for several years now, he joins another company. He's got a pretty damn good position. He also said that he'd bring me in with him and all the stuff. You hear him talking about this company, and you'd believe that they can practically walk on water.

I see that in this new company, my brother is treated like royalty. Good for him, cause he really deserves it.

But where does that leave me? I quit my high paying job in Japan to come to this third world country, and now that he's finally found good fortune, I'm still in this laboral limbo. Not belonging anywhere, still waiting to see if it's possible for him to bring me in, not having achieved practically anything regarding any of the grandiose plans we had for ourselves.

This is starting to frustrate me. I'm not sure whether to keep on "being patient" like he sugests, or start doing something all by myself. Fuck, when he joined this company, he told me from his comfortable excecutive chair that he'd "take care" of me. I wonder if that phrase has a different meaning in this country than the meaning they taught me in school.

The interview he finally got me after a two month wait was all shit. He'd joined a couple of months ago, and told me he wanted to join him as soon as possible, but wasn't able to get me an interview. Then a couple of days ago, I was visiting his office and he tells me that for that day, he'd finally gotten me an appointment, but had been cancelled cause the guy is too busy. So I figure nothing's gonna happen again. And then after lunch, my brother comes running and asks me to hurry up cause we're going upstairs for the interview.

In this interview I'm supposed to show a piece of software I made as a demo of my abilities. But I didn't get even two minutes to change the configuration of my laptop computer, much less to test that the new configuration was correct. Then comes the interview guy, and he's all impatient. When he sees that the demo is not changing screens (cause I hadn't had the time to test it), he lost total interest. But he hadn't been waiting even 30 seconds! He just turned his head to talk and never glanced again at the screen.

Fortunately my brother convinced him to give me another chance for an interview. And I'll do my best to improve the demo. But what I've seen so far is very different from the wonders my brother had told me this place would be.

While I was in bed suffering from the bad Reiki, or the wrath of God, or improper Feng Shui, whatever you want to call it... I spent a lot of time watching the news...

I was thinking: "George, instead of spending so much money on useless wars that only tarnish the good image of my American friends, instead of pretending you're gonna send a man to Mars, why not spend that money on something real good that will place America in history with a headline like 'America achieved, for the first time in human history, the provision of clean drinking water for the whole population of the world'".

Wouldn't that be wonderful? It's certainly not impossible. If they can spend one billion dollars a week in their cheesy Iraqi war, they sure can spend some bucks in doing more constructive stuff.

Oh, unless the plan is to send George W to Mars and leave him there!

Man, what a terrible weekend. I think I had food poisoning, but I really don't know what I could've eaten that made me so sick. Cause on Friday I only ate stuff I'd eaten before.

The thing is, I had lunch at the office as usual, and since I thought I might meet my brother later that afternoon, I left the office to go take a shower and wait for his phone call. After taking a shower I layed on my bed, and soon afterwards, I started to feel kind of funny... lethargic, with a headache, some tummyache, and then needed to go once to the restroom. And then once again to the restroom. At the end my brother didn't call, but it was a very good thing I was back in my room resting. On that dreadful Friday evening alone I ended up going to the restroom about six times, and it was all pure water. I just can't remember when was the last time I was this bad.

The following day I was feeling almost as bad as on Friday, with no apetite, no passion for doing anything. But I had to stand up and walk to the drugstore, and if I'm going to take medicine, it can't be on an empty stomach, so I ate a bit. On Saturday I was a bit better thanks to that medicine, but not a lot better.

Come Sunday, and I still had this stomach ache and mild dizziness. I went to the restroom only twice though. I was in much better shape compared to Friday, so I decided to reward myself by walking to a restaurant and have some shrimp curry with coconut milk on rice. How nice!

This morning as usual, I went to the restroom soon after breakfast, and I was almost back to normal. There won't be any reward tonight, but I'll keep on taking that medicine until I run out of it.

Military team seeking WMD pulled out of Iraq

Well, it doesn't really matter that this team is being disbanded. The war wasn't about WMDs, it was about helping the Iraqi people for humanitarian reasons, wasn't it?

Ha! Yesterday I was chatting with my brother's new secretary, a very young, slim, and demure lady.

We weren't talking anything important. At one point we started to talk about a restaurant we'd both had been (but not gone together), and even eaten the same buffet. Nice, she likes the same food as I do! I thought.

Then, somehow we started to talk about the price of that thing, and she'd insist that it was twice as expensive as I remembered it. I was very confused, and couldn't believe it. In fact, I was so astonished, that the first thing that came to my mind was to say: "Maybe you ate enough to feed to persons, so they charged you double the regular price!"

Thank ___, my mind worked faster than my mouth and I didn't say anything terrible like that!

U.S. Accused of Killing Iraqi Couple

Way to go! That's how George and Tony are going to "win the hearts and minds" of the Iraqi people!

Fuck, after reading Eric Schlosser's "Fast Food Nation", I thought I'd gradually quit eating fast food. Fast food is not only bad for the health of the person who eats it, it's also bad for almost all of the persons involved in its production and commercialization too. Aparently, it's only good for the pockets of the high executives running them.

But yesterday, I felt like eating some chicken at KFC. C'mon, it's new year and everybody deserves a second chance I thought.

So in I went, placed my order, and got my tray with the food. Then when I was looking for a table, I thought the room temperature was kind of hot. I didn't give it a second thought, but after a couple of minutes, already eating, I started to sweat.

It was starting to get uncomfortable, and although I was in the middle of my meal, I decided to stand up and change of table. Annoying, but it was going to be worse to continue eating while sweating like a pig (oops! pigs don't sweat!).

I tried to find a table in a fresher corner of the restaurant, but what a surprise! The whole place was hot! These jerks hadn't turned on the air con at all and were working with the entrance door open!

No air con in a KFC in a tropical country? What the hell is that? I was quite pissed wondering what's the difference between me eating fried chicked at that KFC or at a street stall. I was probably paying more than twice for the privilege of enriching the KFC gringos and they won't even turn on the air con?

I think my phasing out KFC off my diet will be much faster than originally planned.