All done!

May. 19th, 2008 09:53 pm
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Hey, Claudia!
All it needs is hooks! ( headband not shown)

See you Wednesday evening, somewhere. Any suggestions? All I can think of is Cozmos for bathroom size.
parasitegirl: (Fuck yeah)
Shout outs should go to Puppy, who gave me a screener of 21 Jump Street Season 3, Box 2...because the end of costumes always means tv seasons on dvd.

I still need to line the cups and make a cute headband or some such extra bling.



It's the tiny details for me


Claudia. I havent emailed back because I'm trying to figure out if it makes more sense to finish this and send it off this weekend and meet up with you if there are any fit-issues or just meet up with you on the 21th as planned. If there isn't a Cozmos event maybe we could meet there because I know the bathroom is large enough for two for try on and hook sewing-on (edited to add: and wild lesbian antics)
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Costumes:Damn, the brown costume on ebay has been dropped to 250$, but I still think that poking her until she sends international is a pain in the ass.

Costume in progress, Romanian.

This was before I finished the belt, but the belt is all lined and I'll toss in the hooks when you get it. Tomorrow I work on the bra.
Two more pictures )

Update

Feb. 24th, 2006 12:05 pm
parasitegirl: (wonder chains)
Wataguy Update:

We’ve returned to our text message habits, with some changes (we’ve avoided the goodnight kiss messages for sanity sake) and have a loose date to do dinner and test the face-to-face waters in mid-March. I’d estimate that at least 80 percent of our interactions were at a distance/text message and mails (his estimates would be higher…because he’s an lj junkie…it’s only a matter of days before he breaks and starts reading again) and it is the thing that we don’t feel normal denying ourselves. An odd friendship.

We’ve known the break-up was coming for a long time, years even.

I figure that I should set some goals about getting out of the house and socializing a bit. When your peers are school teachers and female dancers…well..you have to make an effort to meet men. This isn’t the sort of country that men just talk to me (Nigerians in search of wives and toothless sake drinkers aside.) I’ve set a goal to make sure that I at least try to go on a date or two before mid-march.

Last night I looked at the on-line ads from the Metropolis. It was pretty depressing: the sheer numbers of married men who write ads, those just in search of cute Japanese girls, and the just plain repulsive wording. I can’t trash the ads 100%...because they are how the Wataguy and I met each other. I responded to one, early 30’s Japanese artist, bi-lingual, working in web design…and we’re figuring out a time to get coffee and maybe checkout the exhibits at Roppongi Hills.

I’m also doing coffee with a local guy (one train stop away) sometime next week. I have a my space account to keep in touch with a few art school kids and he’s the only “add me” person who seems to be interesting (bi-lingual, lived in Boston, works in some financial job to keep art and snowboard hobbies paid for) so, after a non-flirting correspondence of a few months we think it’s time to get some coffee. I do need more male friends in the area that are not Wataguy.

My female friends here have also been helpful. The Romanian emailed me today with the news that she too is recently single, so we’ll be doing the slumber party sometime in the future…Opua plans on making pancakes at the first available Sunday.

And that’s your update. It’s a locked post because I know that Wataguy will start reading soon and this is too fast to have to deal with that reaction. He knows he’ll hate my next boyfriend, he’s said so.
parasitegirl: (makeface)

It’s show time. Showtime was pretty anti-climatic…but I will try my best to make it worth the read.

 

We’d been waiting on the stairs in front of the Gaijin Ghetto bathrooms (warmest place in the hood) occasionally scaring small children and a meeting some super-skinny Japanese hip-hop dancers (who may have been on Japan’s drug of choice…speed…never understood that) when Ochi came to fetch us. We did a quick foot check (warm but silly socks off, black slippers on) and followed him down the stairs towards the stage area.

 

Hot house flowers at the funeral...the last part of TBS Japan. )



parasitegirl: (makeface)

Well, I know you're all just dying to meet the female cast of my latest adventure... and to see the costumes... and to judge if I really do have a bizzaro silent screen thing going on when I put on a shit-load of make-up...so behind the cut you will find pictures of your favorite gaijin elementary school teacher, #4, Claudia, and the stunning Circus girl. I'm posting them all because I'm never gonna look this much like a silent screen glamour-shot gal again.

Mr. DeMille, we're ready for our close-ups. )



The Wait

Dec. 21st, 2004 04:25 pm
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I’m a little drowsy and I didn’t take notes on Friday. I suspect if I checked the schedule I would learn that we had two long periods of waiting and that I have compressed them into one for simplicity in writing and remembering. Suffice to say that there was a great deal of waiting going on in the cold, cold, Gaijin ghetto. I think the total time spent waiting was 3-4 hours.

TBS Japan, part 4. )


 

Occasionally, while we waited, young Japanese children would run up, look at us, and run away. I think I made a mother blush when I asked her child, in good Japanese, to please not ogle the gaijin. A few older women also approached me. The good thing about the few people who assume I do not speak Japanese is that they often inadvertently entertain me with a strange language of hand gestures and noises. One old woman thought I looked right sexy and kept grabbing at her own chest and hips to illustrate her point while making noises intended to convey the concept of large, sexy, and/or swelling. After the long wait and the obscenely grunting and miming lady, I was no longer feeling self conscious about my bare belly undulating around on TBS Japan. I had been assimilated in a scene stranger than I had imagined.

 

Show time!

 

parasitegirl: (makeface)

There were some problematic aspects in regards to our camera rehearsals.

 

They hearded the Poppy Sprites, wearing tiny black indoor slippers, to the sound stage once more. On the way there ladies stopped us to tell us how sexy and cute we are. I kept using my Japanese catch phrase of “Oh, you MUST be joking!” The large Gaijin were all in one group and we wee ones were in another, colder, huddle. Every once in a while a costume lady would accost me, with no warning, to adjust my ass. This caused me to worry that I had more ass than they had planned for, as if being the dancing white torso wasn’t making me feel a little self conscious. And then they divided us into two pairs and took us behind…the HEAD.

 

Part Three, TBS. )



parasitegirl: (makeface)

TBS, part two.

 

I think I left off with the panties. One obsessive reader asked how I knew they were hand-crafted panties. I can’t put it into words but there is a certain lack of store bought tags (or tag remnants) in combination with simple uniformity and types of stitches that tip one off to if an item is store-bought or custom made. All four of us investigated the panties in question and we all agreed; store bought bras, individually crafted panties, skirts, and veils.

 

We kept no parts of the costume and thus I will not be cashing in on the lucrative on-line or local used panty trade…I have my own Japanese school-girl uniform from my high school job and if I had wanted to go into the used clothing fetish market I would have already done so….which reminds me of the time I left my backpack on the train and it got lifted and thus I lost one dance costume, one Lomo, an electronic dictionary, a copy of Wuthering Heights, and my keys*…my dear friend Kazu and his wife put me up for the night…but Kazu was less than helpful when he kept saying that I would probably not ever get my belongings back because there was probably some pervert, sitting at home, wearing my costume and slathering himself with peanut butter….but I’m getting off topic.

Part Two, continues... )



 

*As off last night, all items lost were finally replaced. Thank you Wataguy. Lomogirl still enjoys her quirky lomoboy.

 

parasitegirl: (makeface)

At approximately 4:50 AM on Friday the 17th I sat in a messy room trying to remove a sliver of glass which had been imbedded in my heel for a few days. This delicate surgery was performed with an oversized safety pin. I am happy to say that this was not the high point of my day, but neither was it the nadir.

 

Part One )



More to come….

 
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It is hard for me to know where to begin in regards to our latest meeting with TBS Japan. I must reiterate the belief that gets me through this, a belief that Gaijin #4 seems to take no comfort in, that this is just too fucking surreal to get bent out of shape about.

 

After one hour of class and 40 minutes of watching performances at Cozmos and chatting (seeing the amazingly shiny sequined bikini style dance top our usually conservative 50 something-year-old classmate just purchased, watching some very high energy performances, talking dirty with Yoko who is becoming more crazed in her need to get a decent boyfriend, getting felt up once again by Yoko and realizing how accustomed to the female-female breast touching in Japan I have grown…the usual) it was time for another meeting.

 

Latest negotiations with TBS Japan )



Tomorrow, I will meet many Japanese stars while watching the filming of this star studded New Year’s special and yet I won’t know enough to make a big fuss over them…except I can identify Mongolia Sumo Pro Asashoryu who will be there as an announced guest. The only TV personalities I really care about are Beat Takeshi, Bob Sapp, and Chairman Kaga… I don’t think they are involved.

 

Stay tuned....same batshit insane country, same batshit insane journal.

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No one said it would be easy, they just said we’d be on TV dancing for some idol.

I’m gaijin #1, I’m writing this so I get to be #1, that’s how it works. When we last talked gaijin #2 couldn’t do the show, #3 (with the strongest language skills) was in charge of English/Japanese communications with TBS Japan and #4 was in charge of dance and choreography (and still nowhere to be seen, but we have communicated via emails.)

On Monday the network will choose the one or two songs and #4 will get cracking on the choreography.

#3 has mentioned that she’s not very good at getting her ass out of bed and has invited us to sleep over at her place which is closer to the filming locations where we have to be in costume and make-up by 7:30 (preferable arriving at said location at 6:30) I’m game and will go but #4 can’t and will not be able to make it to the location until 7:00.

We had agreed to do a costume fitting Wednesday night in Shibuya. Now TBS wants to do costumed rehearsal on Wednesday night at a Tokyo location (Akasaka) and is willing to pay cab fare if it runs late past train time (this is no small feat as cab fare for me from Tokyo is well over 100$) and it seems a replacement gaijin has also been hired.

#4, who is in charge, will only do the Shibuya fitting agreed upon instead of doing a fitting and run through at Akasaka. She’s mentioned that if this is a problem and it means she can’t dance, then so be it…but this puts us in a bad place as our teacher, who was very adamant about us being under her control, will no doubt be pissed if the two of us agree to do something that puts #4 in the position of being ousted…So it looks like #3 and I will have to agree to the same things when god knows I fucking want a rehearsal before the camera rehearsal that day.

….and what of the mystery replacement gaijin?

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