On the type of horoscope I can believe in

I changed my mind about today after reading A softer world's update:

And here is your horoscope: Today is a good day to just start over. Be wary of saving too much money, because disaster could strike at any time, and I’m pretty sure heaven is just you sitting there wishing you’d bought an XBOX because it turns out you can take it with you, but there’s nothing to buy in the great beyond. Be on the lookout for a new love! Everyone has kisses. Who is going to slip one into your pocket when you aren’t looking? Your lucky numbers this week are: 1,2,3, all the way up to infinity. I am just saying. Shit is going to go good for you. Open your mouth! Get ready!

Today's going to be a good day.

On buckling down and getting shit done

Work work work!

On sighs and sloths

FML

I wish it were socially acceptable for women to get time off when they have periods. I'm on a personal vendetta against my ovaries and would at this point rather stab myself in the leg with a fork if I could get out of this shit. Birth-control made it go away, but on the other hand it made me gain weight like a motherfucker and made my mood go all crazy, so no more of that. Being a girl sucks sometimes. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

On watching Project Runway obsessively, S11E5

We're back again with a new challenge, this week designing for Miranda Lambert, some country singer I've never heard of before. Cue the "y'all"s and get your cowboy hats kiddos, we're heading into fringe territory.

The pair dynamic thing kinda turned into... well, not a team challenge at all, seeing as the looks didn't need to coordinate in any way. So everyone just kinda did their thing, no helping all that visible, no conferring except at the very start and a whole lot of "Gee, I hope my partner gets it together!".

Why do I think of slashed tires?

On being a perv for Junsu

You know how I posted that Junsu video the other day that I was obsessing about? Where I said I didn't know why I was obsessing? Well, I lied. Kinda.

I like the song, it's catchy as hell, but come on. COME ON. Have you even seen the guy? He's sex on legs.

Because you can never go wrong with suits.

On misogyny and perpetuated stereotypes

I've been so hooked on listening to Junsu these past few days. Don't know why. Might be the adorably bad English.



Also love the fact that we're kinda sporting the same hairstyle. Squee!

Moving on to what I was going to talk about: I was asked out in a really unflattering way on facebook today. Not from my facebook stalker (who's been uncharacteristically silent and un-stalker-ish), but from someone I'm not even entirely sure I know. A while back I was friended by someone who supposedly goes to my school, but I didn't recognize. I asked if I knew him, and he said no, but that he'd like to get to know me. Now this feels weird enough in and of itself, but I thought that I'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

On watching Project Runway obsessively, S11E4

Finally this season seems to be picking up the slack, and what better time to do it than my favourite challenge, the unconventional challenge. In the past, Project Runway have done both flower shop unconventional challenges and hardware ones, but this is the first time they're mixing, as well as being told beforehand where they're going. The mixing of the teams was expected but beneficial, and I've gotta say that Stanley sure did a good job of taking over the role of leader from poor frazzled Ben. But Christ, I wish Michelle would stop bitching about every single thing. Yeah, if I were in your position I wouldn't want to work with crazy-eyes Pocahontas, but shut up and get yourself in gear, you're not such hot stuff yourself.

Moving on to the memorable ones.

Nice skirt, but the shape is so done.

On nostalgia and dreams

Some days you wake up, or see something, or hear something and you just feel like something's missing. I tend to react that way with this song.



Way back in the days of our earliest correspondence, T introduced me to the Japanese band Sakanaction, which I have worshiped ever since, with this song. I've listened to it almost daily for a year now and I'm still not tired of it. It makes me long for my would-be life in Japan and miss the continuous feeling of wonder I got from being there. It makes me think of neon lights. It makes me miss T.

On bathtubs and self-doubt

I went out Saturday feeling awesome, had a great time and danced the night away. Suddenly it was Sunday and I was sharing kisses in a bathtub with a man from Hong Kong. Oh my god you guys, short men. I never thought I'd be attractive to them, being tall and all (and I wore heels yesterday too), but I hooked up with this really cute Asian guy at the party, who I'll call Hemingway, and it was sweet.

On going out and feeling great

"You've got those Barbie legs - use them!"

Pony and I are going out tonight to Stockholm's k-pop club K-pop nonstop and we're psyched. K-pop nonstop is a magical place of hope and wonder, filled with awesome music, hot Asians and good times. They only have it every few months, and it's worth every penny getting in. It's easy for me to feel a little self-conscious there, being tall and kinda androgynous, and all the Asian chicks being tiny and super feminine in body-con dresses and long flowing hair.

On fur, fashion and fanatics

Fashion bloggers sure do get a lot of crazy followers.

As I've said before, I really enjoy reading Bryanboy's blog and facebook, and I really like his personal style. It's cool how he's made his passion of fashion blogging his job, and it's cool that he allows his readers to tag along on his journey by posting stuff on his facebook pretty much every day. That being said, his kinda out there personality and don't-give-a-fuckery can rub people the wrong way. Seriously rub them the wrong way, and they say some seriously crazy shit.

On k-pop-induced premature ejaculation

Nothing says Happy Valentine s day like some dictators, am I right?

On being an absent big sister

You know that feeling when you meet someone you've known since they were tiny, and suddenly they're all grown up? Or at least sort-of. I babysat my sister K's 1½ year old daughter today while she took her 6 month son to the doctor's for shots, and I stuck around for dinner and met her step-kids for the first time in forever, and fuck me, it's crazy how much can change in 6 months at that age. Mostly the boy, who'll be 13 in about a month. "Hi!" I said cheerfully when he came through the door, expecting his squeaky child-voice. "Hi!" answered a teen boy I didn't know had materialized. Shock! Σ(゜ロ゜ノ）ノ

On suave facebook stalk... suitors

I'm all for people telling me they find me attractive. I thrive on it. I think I look nice, and if you think so too, then hey! we've got stuff in common. Today someone kinda threw me by being very vocal on the subject.

I came home from school, logged onto facebook and found that someone had poked me. "Wait, people still poke?" I thought, curiously poking back. This started some sort of poke war, and the poker (short-looking really young guy who looks like he above all else wants to be G-Dragon) messaged me.

That s understandable. I want to be G-Dragon too. Did I say be? I meant bang.

On watching Project Runway obsessively, S11E3

Here we go again.

This week it was up to the designers to design a dress for Heidi Klum to wear for a commercial for her new perfume, and also press release meetings and the like. Does everyone and their dog have a perfume line nowadays? How little does it take to spit out fancy-smelling water? Anywho, the designers all nearly peed themselves like an overly excited Chihuahua, which surprises me since this happens practically every single season. It's not a magical first to be designing something for Heidi. I could do it easy. You want to know how? Short and tight. Or at least leggy. But a lot of body and a whooole lotta leg. If you can do that, you're all set for the top.

"Hi, I m a model and my waist is for real thinner than my face."

On staying up for science

Tonight I have to stay up until 4 am for science. Really. I'm involved in an experiment regarding sleep and emotional response to images, so about a month ago I had my first part of the test where I slept hooked up to wires that monitor how my heart-rate and stuff is going (all hooked up by an amazingly charming Italian psychologist. I mean, yum). The next evening is spent in an MRI-machine, doing experiments and generally feeling silly. So yeah, now I'm doing it all over again, only this time I can only sleep for a grand total of 3 hours, and the hooking up was done by a mousy German woman, who was nice and all, but hardly thrilled me that way.

I should technically be writing my essay on Katsura Imperial Villa,

I love this place, it's so beautiful.

but I'm sleepy and bored and not in the mood to read much at all, so I thought I'd record my strange thoughts as they come to me throughout the night.

On nationalism and my inability to understand it

Nationalism is just one of those things I really don't get, possibly because I've moved around a lot and seen a lot of the world for myself. Sure, loving the place you're in is a good thing, and don't let me rain on your parade, but there comes a point where I just stare blankly and go "...huh?".

On the joys of old-school Tim Burton-ism

My sister-in-law took me to see the new Tim Burton movie Frankenweenie yesterday, and I've gotta say I was pleasantly surprised.

On watching Project Runway obsessively, S11E2

That awkward moment when you're lounging at home in just your (admittedly fabulous) galaxy print robe (and not much else), your roomie G comes home and you go out to greet him only to find out that his dad has come too. "Oh. Eh, hi!" *flees into room to put clothes on* G has seen me in small amounts of clothes so I don't feel too weird around him, but I'd rather be a bit more put together when meeting peoples parents. Maybe the fault is mine for lounging around in a robe at 2 in the afternoon. Nah, fuck that, it's Saturday.

So yeah, new Project Runway out last night. I've gotta say, I'm falling a little bit in love with Tu. *carrying a tray of beer, looking competent* Tu's voice-over: "My parents actually own a restaurant." *beer falls off and crashes, disaster everywhere* Tu: (/;°ロ°)/

*Susan Sarandon walks in* Tu: "She got a... mmmmhhmmmm... big boobie (booty?)" (*゜▽゜*)

Yawn.

On watching Project Runway obsessively, S11E1

Two weeks of crazy amounts of work and I'm back to this small backwater blog filled with silent readers. Well no matter, hello void, I'm here to spew some new stuff into you.

Lately I've been insanely busy with school, working 24 hour shifts and all that. It's rough, but it's part of the job. In any case, I see it as a preparation for the day when I'll have to conform to Japanese work ethic. Hello migraines, goodbye spare time.

Also hello Asian men. Unfortunately not all Japanese guys look like Daisuke Ueda. *sad face*