I've decided.
In my next life I am coming back as a Japanese Pop Star. I've always had an affinity for pink plastic clothing and oversized boots. My Jet-black hair kept in tact by my straight perm, perfectly framing my gorgeous deep brown eyes.
I would dine on endless supplies of edamame whilst sucking back the good sake.
Life would be amazing.
When I wasn't hosting this popular game show or guest spotting on that popular talk show; I would spend my afternoons gazing at Koi ponds whilst catching some shade under a tree. An ancient Cherry Tree, now bloomed; its pink delicate flowers cascading romantically all around me whilst I signed autographs for my legions of fans.
And my name would be K-Chan or something kutesy like that.
Karoke bars would let me bypass their lines to have me headline this hit or that classic that
Each night I would lay my perfectly koifed head on my Scarlett Johansson pillowcase all safely nestled in the warmth of my traditional tatami bedroom surrounded by Hello Kitties of various shapes and sizes. At night (and every night) I would dream the exact same day I had experienced and re-live it all over once again because, naturally, the next day could not possible be any better.
My Engurish would be amazing and I would be the spokesmodel for all the GEO English schools throughout Asia, with the obvious exception of North Korea.
On warm summer nights I would walk down the street, hips swaying to and fro as I distribute my weight and navigate in my platforms towards my handsome Japanese boyfriend/Mild Seven Cigarette Model as he waits by his black Ferrari or Nissan.
We giggle, him loud with his head back as he flips his perfect hair and buts out his cigarette, I meekly and sheepishly behind my right hand. A moment later we drive off in his car whilst the various highways guide us through the caverns of skyscrapers that serenade our love with blinking lights.
THAT. WOULD. BE. THE. LIFE.
