60 posts tagged “japan”

My last night in Tokyo was relaxed. I met up with Arihito and we went to Shinjuku, we had sushi and then he told me he wanted to take me to the bar from Lost in Translation, at the Park Hyatt. I said that was fine, it would be interesting.

It was lovely there, a very nice atmosphere and jazz music. The view of Tokyo was beautiful... We had a few drinks and then got the hell out of there. We went to a rock bar not far away and talked about his past, his family's history as a non-human (hinin) in Hiroshima. Before it got too late, we checked into a hotel (the same hotel from the night before).

We relaxed and slept. We said goodbye around 10:30 in the morning and I went back to Workaholic Hostess' house to pack. The flight back was fine, long and boring... Returning to Seattle is not exciting. This place is so boring. It started raining hard earlier. I am at my friend's house now... I am such a bum!

School in the morning...

Yesterday I finally landed in Tokyo around 7 am and took the slow local train back to WH's house. Arriving in Japan was such a relief... I can read the signs here! I can understand the language! I was so happy to be back in town. I mailed Arihito saying,  ただいま！　He and WH are the only people who I am talking to these days.

WH and I went to the pharmacy and bought some bandages, it felt nice to change them. I showered and shaved and cleaned my wounds because I was going to meet Ari in the evening and I needed to be presentable. He came and met me at the station, I was walking really slow and made him wait. We got in a taxi and went to Roppongi.

He told me that we were going to visit his friend's bar. It was across the street from Tokyo Midtown. Inside it was really cool and dark. Black everything and a big crow on the wall. The people there were all from the SM community in Tokyo and the owner was also the owner of several fetish clubs. This place, however, was just a normal bar. There were several attractive 30-something Japanese women there. Ari told me they were professional sadists. We had a couple drinks and then left to Shinjuku, Kabuki-cho.

We went to Silk, the happening bar I went to before. We hung out for a while, drinking, chain-smoking. After a while I changed into a costume, a short black frilly dress. He likes it when I do not wear a bra, so I took it off. We watched some people and messed around a little bit. We spent a couple hours idle... even though at that point I really wanted to have sex with him. A couple of American customers kept distracting him, and it was driving me crazy. Ari apologised to me, Sorry, I would have fucked you a long time ago if it wasn't for these guys. When I made it clear that nothing was going to happen between me and the Americans, they left. We entered one of the rooms.

He had previously suggested we go to a hotel, but we had sex there at the club. It was quite good and no one seemed to be watching us... We left soon after. We went to Golden Street in Shinjuku (second time I have been there, lots of tiny eclectic bars all cramped together, in 3-chome I think) and had some more drinks. I was kinda tired, having traveled from Thailand, to Viet Nam, then to Japan all in one day... but I was patient. We went to a nice love hotel around 6 am (nice is an understatement, it was especially nice and new, I like Shinjuku love hotels better than Shibuya, I think!). We showered and slept.

In the morning, we had sex again... then neither of us could sleep. We tried for a couple hours but then got up. On TV Mission Impossible dubbed in Japanese  entertained us while we got ready to leave. It was around 3 PM, nice and cool outside, bit cloudy, my favorite kind of weather. We went to have soba at this place in 2-chome, really delicious! I really like how he is. We don't need to talk, we are usually quite silent and do not say much. But I can tell he is thinking, it shows on his face. I like people who are always thinking and not necessarily talking.

Afterward, we walked around. He didn't seem to want to let me go. He invited me for a coffee, Do you want to have a coffee with me? Sure. We went to a cafe and I got a hot chocolate, he, iced coffee. A few cigarettes later, we finally parted ways. I think I will miss him! Planning to meet tomorrow, my last night in Tokyo...

Alright, this is my second attempt to leave Japan...

I got my 15-day extension stamp today from immigration (waited hours at the office) but I must exit the country for a bit before the 27th. My flight to Saigon is in the morning, I have my super loud alarm set and have told Ari to call me in the morning as well (I have been spending so much time him since we met by accident at the happening bar... more about that later, he is so kind to me).

Really looking forward to being in south Viet Nam tomorrow afternoon! I can taste the pho and see RED already! I will only be there for about 24 hours, but it should be fun, and I have Thailand to look forward to on Friday!

Oyasumi!

edit:
woo I am awake super early! Going to the airport now!
Je vais a la plage! Je vais nager! (It took me forever to remember how to say that)
Okay, going to the station!
Bye Tokyo, be back next week~

So I went to the Shinagawa immigration bureau bright and early this morning to ask for a visa extension. The lady who spoke to me was a bitch and said they could only give me a 15-day extension. My flight back to Seattle is September 29, 17 days after my tourist visa expiration date. She handed me a list of airlines' phone numbers and told me to leave Japan as soon as possible.

I was upset, but could tell they were not going to budge. I was already breaking the rules. I came back here to WH's house and started looking for flights. I could not believe I was actually going to have to spend more money. After hours of browsing several different travel agencies, I bought some tickets. I considered Singapore, Viet Nam, Thailand, Bali, and other places. I just really wanted to go to the beach this year...

I found a weird ticket to Bangkok with day-long layovers in Viet Nam. Not very expensive... I bought it on credit. So, I have one day in Saigon, seven in Thailand, and a day in Hanoi. Departing on the 17th!

I promise I won't miss this one...

It is kinda chilly outside and I just started my period (boo). My arms are sore, and WH is at work now... I am just gonna stay here and read up about Thailand.

Japan! Yeah I am still here.

Went drinking with customers and WH after work Friday, said sayonara to everyone then came home. I stupidly let myself take a nap for a couple hours before my flight, it turned into a really deep sleep. I slept through my alarm, and I woke up 33 minutes after my flight had already departed. Fuck!

Called the travel agency and they told me that my tickets have been canceled and that the reservation was unchangeable, almost 600 dollars down the drain. Yeah, I cried a lot and had an episode, hurting myself and stuff. I have been planning this trip for months. All the girls in the building tried to give me advice about my visa, they freaked me out about overstaying and how if I do so, I risk deportation and will be disallowed entry to Japan for 5 to 10 years. Well, my visa expired yesterday. I am officially an illegal alien!

I went to the Narita airport to try to talk to Vietnam Airlines, but there were no representatives there. They are only around in the morning, when my flight left. I talked to some other airline people but they didn't do shit. They recommended I buy a 230,000 yen ticket to Saigon. I told them I didn't have that kind of money and cried some more. Crying did not help. I remembered Yusuke, since he is going to Hanoi to supposedly meet up with me on Monday, and I won't be there. This is a good opportunity, though, to finish things with him. I am ignoring his emails and phone calls now.

I decided there was no way I was gonna leave Tokyo that day so I began to concern myself with the fact that my 3-month tourist visa was going to expire in a matter of hours and the immigration office was closed (Saturday). I was allowed to talk to immigration officers at Narita airport and they told me that I could possibly extend my visa for a couple weeks in order to catch my flight back to Seattle. They mentioned a letter of apology and some applications so it sounds like it has been done before. The US embassy told me the same thing.

So after all that stress and crying, I took the train back to Tokyo and now I am in the wonderful care of the one and only Workaholic Hostess. I have lost count of how many times she has saved my ass this summer. We had really good tomato ramen and I felt a lot better. My situation is kinda bad but it could be worse. I still have my health and my money and I am safe my friend. I went to the Shibuya happening bar again!! With pouch guy. When I told him I was coming back to Tokyo he invited me to join him. Made me smile after all the anger and sadness.

I went... It was better than last time! There was a lot of SM stuff going on and I was asked if I wanted to partake in some of the activities, by the manager of the club! He asked me if he could tie me up, only after we poured candle wax on ourselves (I on my forearm and he on his dick!). It was a good way to start. After a few more drinks, I was told to stand on stage and take off my clothes. He tied my hair up and started wrapping the rope around me. He totally knew what he was doing, I could not move my arms at all, an audience grew. I was a little bit shy but I was not thinking about it, just very excited about the ropes.

Then they hooked me to the ceiling, I was suspended, with one of my legs lifted away from the other. That was really cool. I could not move! I felt like I was stuck in a spider web! My wrists were beginning to hurt from the rope rubbing on them, but I loved it. Sometimes I wear very tight hair bands on my wrists in order to achieve the same effect. Today my wrists are bruised and quite sore. While I was suspended, they poured candle wax on my feet and chest. It felt good actually, and not as hot as I expected (I think they have special candles for SM purposes, or I was drunk and desensitised). Everyone in the club was watching me! I was the only foreigner there and I was made into the show of the night! When they tried using a vibrator on me, I said, mo ii, enough. Then they untied me. It was fun while it lasted.

Afterward, whips came out and a couple of the guys wanted me to whip them. I couldn't do it... they whipped me. That did not hurt as much as I expected either. I think it is a very mental thing, the candle wax seeming so hot and the crack of the whip which terrifies us, but both are not as painful as we imagine.

I got super drunk, even though I did not drink that much. It probably had a lot to do with all the stress of the day at the airport, my body was exhausted. After the club closed, I waited for Poucher to say goodbye to his 'girlfriend' at the station (his order) and went to a love hotel with him. We slept for a while, then had sex, slept for a while, then had sex, showered one last time and went out for lunch around 16:00.

Now I am back at WH's place but she's not here! I have sores all over my body. I gotta turn myself in to the immigration office tomorrow, wish me luck!

Lessons learned:

1. Do not sleep if you are drunk before a flight, stay awake and get your ass to the airport!
2. Do not book flights on the visa-expiration date.
3. Be careful what you wish for, it might come true! I didn't want to leave Tokyo leading up to Saturday, and sure enough, I was not able to!
   

In 48 hours I will be flying to Hanoi! It is so soon! Not ready to leave Tokyo... I love this city, it has become the center of the world for me.

I went on a nice drive with sex club guy last night. He drives a red Alfa Romeo (so does Takahashi :o ). He picked me up in Roppongi and we drove all the way to Yokohama on the highway, I love driving through Tokyo... I never get tired of all the skyscrapers and lights. I feel encapsulated by them all, racing inside a huge orb of buildings!

We went to the international port at Yokohama, walked on the big dock, cool wooden design, and looked at Yokohama lights. He told me that when he was in university, he had sex there at the port. I laughed, I asked if having sex in public is his thing, and he said no, no. He said it was cool because with that view of the skyline, it felt like they were conquering Yokohama. I tried to imagine it.

It was a chilly night, and there at the bay it was windy. But it was beautiful. It was the closest I have ever been to the ocean in Japan.

We got back into the car and drove toward Tokyo again. I asked him what he wanted to do, but he said he didn't have a plan. He asked me if there was anything I haven't done in Japan that I wanted to do. I couldn't think of anything. He asked if I were hungry, and I said no. Then he asked if I have ever been to a love hotel, and I answered a few times. He asked if I wanted to go to one that was kinda different. I didn't know what he meant by different, was it strange, some sort of SM place or something? No, he said it was more traditional Japanese style, like a ryokan. Oh, cool! I said let's go.

I thought it was really nice. Wooden ofuro, futon, stuff like that. The room was spacious and very comfortable. We took turns taking showers then had sex. It was even better than the first two times, at the happening bar in Kabukicho. No handcuffs, no costumes, it was just us making the best of my last hours in Japan. I really enjoyed last night, kinda high right now. He is coming to the club tonight.

I need to do some packing today.

Happening bar was pretty cool, but it was totally not happening for me. It was a little troublesome getting in, kinda strict about foreigners, you had to be able to speak Japanese and fill out a form (a few other gaijin were denied because their Japanese was not up to par, the staff stressed the importance of communication). I had to return to Nishi Azabu from Shibuya to get my passport, entrance cost about 20,000 yen all together, but we got in relatively easily.

At the end of the night, I was left sort of unsatisfied. I tried! With two different Japanese guys, but both of them were unable to perform very well (I experienced the quickest session in my life). They might have been too nervous about the whole thing (both were newbies like me) or alcohol had something to do with it. Probably a mixture of both. Baldy didn't get lucky either and spent most of the night on the sidelines.

Overall though, it was a cool experience. Liberating, kinda like the first time you try public bathing or onsen (not everyone was naked though, only in the designated sex rooms). The clientele were all very friendly and there was no creepiness at all. The place was quite big (the building used to be a love hotel) and quite busy. There were the type of people you would expect to be there (older unattractive men) but lots of normal people too! Several young-ish couples and singles hung out and got busy, and the older guys were mostly voyeurs.

I didn't see anything I would want to erase from my memory, and to be honest, I thought it was all pretty hot. I got to try some things I've been curious about (namely, another girl, was not disappointed with her) and I met a guy there who is quite familiar with the whole scene. He gave me his number, I might call and go somewhere else with him.

I got home around 6AM and went to bed. I need to go all the way to Saitama for the GAZETTE TODAY!!! Yay!! The concert starts at 17:00 so I better get going.

Slept with Kazuo in Shibuya yesterday.

Had dinner and cocktails with Kazufumi tonight in Shibuya.

Getting fat due to endless alcohol and lack of sleep.

Worried, so worried about returning to a mundane life, no city lights, no ambulances nor police sirens. No bars and no love hotels, back to that misery. Back to studying and low-grade ecstasy. No salary, no Maruii, no taxis and no sushi. Fuck, only 3 weeks from now.

Thanks to mallocup for finding the video of the earthquake bit on TV I was a part of. They make me seem super silly in the video but oh well.

Didn't go to work tonight and hope that I get fired tomorrow. It is my last week in Japan... and I don't know if I can return next year. I need to prepare for my trip to Viet Nam.

I need to stop the spinning, I have had enough, something has got to give, I cannot go on living this way, my body has been suffering, my mind has had enough. God help me.

I met Akiyoshi last night. He cut his hair. He is well on his way to becoming a genuine salaryman.

We had a couple drinks at Crossover and then a shot of tequila each. Then we went to Nijyu Maru, where we drank a bottle of sake and then three 500ml bottles of wine. He can handle alcohol quite well, compared to other Japanese guys his age I have met, but I am still stronger. He got drunk and sat next to me.

He told me that he was surprised at his internet girlfriend Lisa. He went to visit her in Germany earlier this summer and he was shocked that she was a lot bigger than he thought she was. Webcams lie! She is not going to university and does not speak Japanese so he is no longer considering her a girlfriend.

In his drunkeness he admitted a few things to me. One, he had a serious foreign girl fetish. I told him he should just meet some nice Japanese office lady, not mess with crazy foreign girls. He also told me that he had been working as a host in Kabukicho earlier this summer. He had just wanted to try it for a bit but he is thinking about going back to work there until his salaryman job begins next year (he is going to be a buyer for Don Quihote).

Anyway, we both got drunk and we were going to go to a love hotel, he went and spent almost 2000 yen on condoms at the drugstore. But then I got a phonecall from this one customer, and I ditched Akiyoshi to try to make some money. Sorry dude!

I drank a more and had some food, but got no bottle. Oh well. Tonight it is back to the club and then tomorrow I am going to get my tattoo done, finally!!

It has been raining here nonstop since Monday. I feel guilty for not going to the beach the first day with everyone, but it is cool being inside a cloud. Sometimes when I look out the window, all I see is condensation, mist.

approaching mist

I need to find a place to move back into in Tokyo. I can always go back to the place I was staying in before, but I am not sure if I want to live there, especially with my old Mama hating me now for not helping her out at her club (in my defense, she did not hire me when I needed a job).

Yusuke mails me even though I am away. Sometimes I ask this Waseda guy, Yu, for some translation help of Yusuke's emails, and sometimes Yu gives me suggestions for what to say. It is sort of funny because it's like two guys mailing lovey-dovey stuff to each other. ^_^ Yusuke is going to visit his family in the south of Japan this week and we will see each other again next Sunday. I am kind of looking forward to this seminar's end and submerging into night-life again.

I rented a swimming suit from the village center and took a swim around 10 PM the other night, all alone at the hotel pool. It was strange, swimming is a weird feeling. I suck at it too. But it was nice to have the whole pool and sauna to myself. Rough drafts of our reports are due today! Better get back to work.