1. Kanye West. Dude might be a megalomaniac, but MBDTF is the most innovative, well-executed, thought out, personal albums I’ve heard lately.
2. Jay-Z. Starting to respect this guy more and more. Currently loving The Black Album, The Blueprint and On To The Next One (DAT VIDEO)
3. ChiJaKor. The more we plan, the more I pee my pants a little out of excitement/nervousness/excitement again.
4. The Wire, especially Omar. Seriously the best TV show ever. Just finished season 3 the other night and I came to the conclusion that if Omar were a real person I would tear him a new one.
5. Snapper mandibles. I salvaged one from Christmas lunch, and I’m turning it into a necklace.
6. Ice cubes shaped like guitars. Unless they’re bass guitars.
7. Not remembering what happened in 2010 when I think back and attempt to write some sort of top 10 list of things. I’m too old for this shit.

So clearly the travel blog thing was just never gonna work. 

Anywho, currently in Seoul, soul, Korea’s got Seoul, I got the Seoul in me, where’s all my Seoul sisters, Seoul train, etc. I’ve had various Seoul-related things in my head since I’ve gotten here. And Rihanna songs, which doesn’t make sense. Fuck that bitch.

Seoul has so far been quite kind to me, but after my recent bout of Osakan food poisoning (vomit) followed by indigestion (more vomit) has made me sweat nervously in the face of kimchi smothered in angry red I-will-strip-the-lining-of-your-stomach-you-weak-fuck sauce. I seem ok though, but here’s to hoping my next post doesn’t come from a hospital bed. But nah, Seoul’s cool. Their language is funny and the food is good. It’s all I can ask for.

I do miss Japan though. The weird kids and their retarded clothes, convenient stores that are actually convenient, drunk businessmen groping each other, public toilets that smell like milk and honey, locals laughing at me when I mix green tea powder into my soy sauce thinking it’s wasabi… sigh. We will meet again.

An image of a North Korean and a South Korean sister and brother reunited after 60 years of separation. No contact, no letters, no phone calls. No knowledge of whether the other was alive or dead. From the North Korean perspective, there is the lack of realisation that there is a world outside of their country, and that there is a better life elsewhere. That a human being should have the right to think and act freely without the constant fear of retribution from the government, and that nobody should ever submit themselves wholly to a leader who simply does not care for them.

I want to witness this reunification between the two Koreas in my lifetime, so that images like these are a thing of history.