5 posts tagged “gackt”

Cool thing about my room in this guesthouse, I have a working television! I only get 6 or 7 (kinda fuzzy) channels, but Japanese morning television is so entertaining! So random. It is nice to listen to, I feel like I am learning Japanese at the same time, some polite language to balance out the informal stuff I pick up from friends. I saw Gackt on waratte iitomo at noon, he looks tired but happy. I need to email him, or whoever it was, again!

I met the two Japanese girls who live and share this floor (we use the same kitchen and bathrooms). They were polite, one of them goes to Temple University (which is literally across the street) and speaks English. I was surprised the school is so close, and was shocked when I ran into a close friend of my older brother at the 7-11, he studies at Temple too. It was so surprising, it was nice to see him. I live quite close to Tokyo tower too.

It is not far to walk to Roppongi, I am going to go there and hope Mama lets me work... tonight! I am so broke it is ridiculous. I have about 1000 yen in coins until I can contact my bank (again) today. Bank of America is so retarded... This year, I swear I will switch banks, I am not kidding anymore!

I had some silly weird dreams this week.

A couple nights ago I dreamt I was at a lake cabin at night, some classmates were there (high school), it was almost like a school camp thing. It was dark and the cabin was right on the water with docks and everything. Gackt showed up randomly and started talking to me on the dock. Somehow I dropped my shoe in the water and also 5000 hard-earned dollars in cash! I dunno how it happened, but I was shocked. I didn't know what to do.

I didn't want my clothes to get dirty, I told Gackt to wait for a little while. I jumped into the gross lake water and attempted to recapture all the cash with my bare hands. It was dark and I couldn't see anything, but under the water I could see clearly when I opened my eyes, oddly. I got all the money back but I forgot about my shoe. Afterward, I met up with Gackt again but I felt bad because I had wasted so much time, time that could have been spent with the super star! I woke up. Dunno what this says about my attachment to money.

Yesterday I had another dream. I was in London for some reason hanging out in the Soho district and got apprehended by some intelligence agency. In this big house, there were other detainees. We were stuck watching cultural dances on a small TV they allowed us. One of the detainees tried to make a move on me, but I told him to go away. I was met with Tony Blair who was acting really creepy and friendly to me. He was trying to get some piece of information out me of but I manipulated him into thinking I was on his side. He poured a drink for me and told me to stay in the office, that he had to apologise for his rudeness.

I tried to be sneaky and escape. I was going to jump out of the window when he went to get glasses, but I woke up when I was about to open it.

It is a really nice day today, 72 degrees and sunny, as it has been all week. We are celebrating both Heather and Kaho's birthdays which were earlier this month. We are going to make a fire at Golden Gardens Park. I have never been there before, but supposedly it is right on the water, has a beach, and great views of the Puget sound. I am supposed to bring hamburger buns and mayonnaise for the barbecue. I bought Heather some cool red sandals but nothing for Kaho yet. Should be fun... and there will be ice cream cake!! Heather works at Baskin Robbins so she got a discount on a huge cake. I love cake!!

My older brother makes fun of me for listening to what he considers second-rate music that is kept alive by fan girls (like me). He says that Visual Kei of today is just leftovers from when it was influenced by British glam rock and should have died a long time ago. I say pish-posh!

I love visual kei (I guess I am not familiar with the new popular visual kei bands, just the oldies)! I have a complicated theory as to why, so I will start there:

I mentioned Hegel and his view of different types of art in this entry, but basically, it comes down to the main types of romantic art: Painting, Music, and Poetry. They differ in their level of spirit and sensuality (in the 5-senses sense, not the romance sense). Painting is purely a sensual art, it appeals to your senses (vision). Poetry is a spiritual art, the "art of the mind" as Hegel describes it, and it does not appeal to your senses, but rather, your mind. Music, on the other hand, appeals to your senses (sound) and your mind (lyrics).

Now here's where visual kei comes in: Visual Kei also incorporates the sense of vision, more so than other types of music. Yes, all genres of music have some kind of "image" but visual kei focuses and is aware of its image, flaunting it, making it more visible, making it much more a part of the experience, as opposed to it being a natural backdrop or setting to the music.

Theory complete. Other reasons why I like visual kei:

• It's Japanese, I learn vocabulary
  
• Awesome costumes
  
• Mostly male artists
• Cool hairstyles
  
• Androgyny
• Vampires... and other dark themes that are interesting
  
• Buck-Tick
• Gackt, Gackt, Gackt, Gackt...

People magazine named Hugh Jackman the Sexiest Man Alive. Show us who you think should hold that title.

For me the answer is obvious, Gackt Camui. Even though on stage he brings too much attention to his crotch and kisses men occasionally, even though he wears really tight pants and colored contact lenses, even though all my friends think he's a woman or homosexual, I absolutely adore him.

Show us your favorite YouTube video.

Gackt Dessing Up

This has to be one of them...

P.S. I had a long phone call with my brothers last night... I finally told them that I was going to stay in Japan all summer and that I'm not coming back, but rather going to France for school in the fall. They freaked out. My older brother, who has tons more connections in Japan than I do, kept drilling me with questions, where are you staying, how are you going to afford it (they know my financial situation), who are you meeting at the airport. It didn't help that I was complaining about money. My brother asked, "If you can't pay for gas, how are you going to live in Japan?" I told him I was going to find work, teaching English or something.

"Uh, are you retarded, that's illegal, you don't have a visa."

"Well whatever, I'll figure something out, if not, I'll come back to America."

They're getting suspicious, of something, but they're not even close to the truth.

I am guessing they think I am going to live with a man (Kaoru?) or my brother's Japanese friend who "fell in love" with me during his stay in America. If this were the case, it would be the worst thing in the world to them, staying with a guy. Goodness!

Little do they know that what I have in mind to do in Japan might be more risque than shacking up with my brother's friend who lives in little old Niigata. >.<