Taking on the role of a sexy lady for this dance thing is a lot more difficult than I would like to admit. Going out of my way be over-the-top sexual is really not something I'm comfortable with. I get advice like, "watch a lot of Lady Gaga videos. Be like her." or "try to be more sexy."
Today, we edited a spot where I turn to look back on my sempai after drawing his face in close, only to walk past him.
"like you're look down on me."
This one was cake compared to all the other stuff I have to do. I just pictured the blonde girl from Water Lilies and her sad, tired eyes. It worked pretty well. Think of pretty girls to become one.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Swelling Time
The mosquitoes have returned for yet another summer's glory of feeding off of the A positive blood running through my veins at a questionable pace. Until yesterday, this year seemed to be a turning point. Even though a few mosquitoes thought my body to be a most nutritious snack to feed on in the recent weeks, contrary to my body's reactions to bites all my life, I hadn't so much as swollen a centimeter beyond my usual shape. "Maybe this is the year that it all changes," thought I. So much else has. Peanuts. Red wine. Why not blood suckers, too?
Alas, alack, it was not to be.
And here I am with those horrible red welts again.
But it isn't nearly as irritating as it has been in the past. This, I can handle.
My bottle of muhi is staying in my bag.
Alas, alack, it was not to be.
And here I am with those horrible red welts again.
But it isn't nearly as irritating as it has been in the past. This, I can handle.
My bottle of muhi is staying in my bag.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Chuo rapid
That is what I'm on right now.
Sunday, Fourth of July, 2010, early afternoon.
A month from now, I'll be in Kobe dancing. A couples days from then, I'll be back in Tokyo, hoping the the days don't end. And a couple days from that, I'll be in a car, headed toward Wyoming.
When given the opportunity to train on my own, I instead ruin my body. I can only blame so much on the intensity of the almost nightly World Cup games. The rest is on myself.
Before August's whirlwind comes a-blowing, there's plenty of other things to keep me busy. Final reports, exams, homework in general, not to mention that training I was just talking about.
And then there are the potatoes. The little, adorable potatoes were a gift from a student, from the vegetable garden he keeps.
Diet and exercise. Exercise the mind and body.
For now, I'll put on some pounding electro music, shorts, and the AC in my room.
But that's all for after I get off this train.
Sunday, Fourth of July, 2010, early afternoon.
A month from now, I'll be in Kobe dancing. A couples days from then, I'll be back in Tokyo, hoping the the days don't end. And a couple days from that, I'll be in a car, headed toward Wyoming.
When given the opportunity to train on my own, I instead ruin my body. I can only blame so much on the intensity of the almost nightly World Cup games. The rest is on myself.
Before August's whirlwind comes a-blowing, there's plenty of other things to keep me busy. Final reports, exams, homework in general, not to mention that training I was just talking about.
And then there are the potatoes. The little, adorable potatoes were a gift from a student, from the vegetable garden he keeps.
Diet and exercise. Exercise the mind and body.
For now, I'll put on some pounding electro music, shorts, and the AC in my room.
But that's all for after I get off this train.
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