So, at some point I am going to break down the Seoul training fiasco day by day, agonizing minute by minute - but not right now as I have to direct you over to Meisa's website
so you can watch her latest PV, -FIVE- and commence the lolcats, because while not as great as the cinematic masterpiece
that is CRIMINAL (vampire cat burglar who fights crime!) or Bad Girl (Meisa needs NO BACKDANCERS!), it does fulfill all the usual requirements of a Meisa video: a strangely catchy beat, english phrase, Meisa looking infuriatingly hot, lack of pants but in a classy
way - because remember, Meisa *is* classier than all of those hoes (Oh yeah Koda Kumi, I'M TOTALLY TALKING ABOUT YOU), and the fanservice kinks. I really do believe that with -FIVE-, Meisa's stepping up in her bid to be a gay icon because she is the master of the dance floor - she has magic powers! She dances with girls! Boys break dance! Fangirls weep in autotuned chorus "Yeah, I'd hit that," and you know, tomorrow is another day!
In English related news - I'm watching the late Happy Town, because I am about a million years behind in English language television anyway, so why not watch something that's cancelled?
- Community continues to be better than Glee, though I admit I did listen to Glee's Showstoppers CD and okay, I'm a sucker for Total Eclipse of the Heart
- In my times of great despair and rage at the fail!boat situations that Korea has thrust my way, I watch Golden Girls and think, goddamn, I wish I was Dorothy. She had it together, despite the show's insistence that she was a manly freakshow.
- I think I will come back with all my clothes being UNIQLO, as I'm too scared to go into Zara to see if I could fit in their clothes. Though, I did buy a Zara trenchcoat in SEOUL that fit...
- One thing that happened in training that made me laugh a lot - one of my fellow trainees (and now a friend) thought I was 21 years old. TWENTY-ONE. She's Korean, by the way - but yeah. That gave me the giggles. I haven't been twenty one...for quite a long time, and to be told that I looked twenty one? That was nice. A bald faced lie, but nice! Or sweet, as my subject line suggests. I will say, when I'm not in the throes of PMS, my skin here and my general health (please disregard the month of the Ginger Plague) has been excellent. I guess I'll always look younger than my real age though, because my face is round and I tend to laugh and smile a lot and the
overwhelming immaturity youthful outlook on life I have, but yeah. Thank you, Asian genes. And also Neutrogena. Sunblock, that shit works!