bangbang. On beautiful nights like this,
when the stars are brightly shining,
Fate is calling us.
Shout for me with a beautiful voice like this <3
I’m in da dirtydirty Souf (Korea that is).


I’m pretty sure we’re gonna be staying in Daegu. If only we’d arrived two weeks earlier- we could’ve stayed in Seoul near the fun funky shops (and cool YouTubers by association). Ah well, we’re most likely gonna be setting up shop here. The hotel we stayed at upon arrival (Dragon Hill Inn) was right by Namsan Tower(excitements). I got people lookin’ confusedly at my thighs. Hunny, these are the result of eighteen years of careful planning and reckless eating *points to thighs*. We wandered around Itaewon for around three hours last Saturday. I can’t believe I willingly left the shelter of the hotel- I must really be excited to be here. I didn’t get that many stares, so I’m not feelin’ too awkward. We walked past a shop- sometime near the beginning of our trek- called “Janis Joplin”. We’ve only been here for around six days, and I’ve already got the lonelies. THERE IS NO WIFI IN OUR HOTEL ROOM, SO I CAN’T EVEN WEB WANDER THE LONELIES AWAY. Ugh. I’ve been sitting in the lobby for a good two and a half hours (besides my earlier hour long visit) maybe I should leave. I’ve only left the hotel once so far in search of Starbucks. Also, I keep falling asleep around seven o’ clock. It’s nine forty-five right now and I’m exhausted. Um…there’s only 16% of battery life left on my lappytoppy and I am not yet willing to sacrifice Alice for nothing less than a drama, so I guess I’ll end this lilul passage with a list.

Things I’ve Noticed So Far (a general observation of the general splendor of where I stayed):


That hot pink lip color wash Tony Moly thing you always see in modern dramas? It’s everywhere on everyone’s lips.

My hips are bigger than everybody’s hips put together. No- seriously.

I really don’t seem to be the type of person to climb stairs to reach a shop on the next floor of a building.

Everybody looks like they shop at F21. (I guess since a Korean-American fambly runs F21- people that shop there in the US- or elsewhere- look like they shop at SK).

The chunky/platform shoes/heels you see artists wear are super popular over here. We got off the plane at Gimpo and women left and right were twerkin’ them.

I do not have the pudgiest nose in Korea.

The majority of people I’ve encountered so far are unimpressed with the general grandeur of mine eyebrowns.



except i think i have a date soon. so. HURRAY, I’VE MADE IT AS AN AMERICAN TEENAGER!!!!!! AND IT ONLY TOOK ME UNTIL AGE 24!





“Horst Faas joined the A.P. in 1955 at the age of 22 and began his illustrious photojournalism career by covering the Congo crisis in 1960. There, he bribed Congolese soldiers with Polaroid snapshots to gain access to important events. The practice enabled him to be in the right place to take the last picture of Patrice Lumumba (above).

Patrice Lumumba who helped win Congo’s independence from Belgium in June 1960 was a passionate nationalist who failed to tame this volatile ‘state without a nation’ containing many different ethnic groups. His fiery and controversial independence day speech culminated with Nous ne sommes plus vos macaques! (We are no longer your monkeys!),* but Belgium continued to interfere. It backed a rebellion in the southern province of Katanga, and Lumumba sought Soviet aid to quell the rebellion. Within ten weeks, he was toppled by a military coup backed by the CIA…”


Men and women of the Congo,

Victorious fighters for independence, today victorious, I greet you in the name of the Congolese Government. All of you, my friends, who have fought tirelessly at our sides, I ask you to make this June 30, 1960, an illustrious date that you will keep indelibly engraved in your hearts, a date of significance of which you will teach to your children, so that they will make known to their sons and to their grandchildren the glorious history of our fight for liberty.

For this independence of the Congo, even as it is celebrated today with Belgium, a friendly country with whom we deal as equal to equal, no Congolese worthy of the name will ever be able to forget that is was by fighting that it has been won [applause], a day-to-day fight, an ardent and idealistic fight, a fight in which we were spared neither privation nor suffering, and for which we gave our strength and our blood.

We are proud of this struggle, of tears, of fire, and of blood, to the depths of our being, for it was a noble and just struggle, and indispensable to put an end to the humiliating slavery which was imposed upon us by force.

This was our fate for eighty years of a colonial regime; our wounds are too fresh and too painful still for us to drive them from our memory. We have known harassing work, exacted in exchange for salaries which did not permit us to eat enough to drive away hunger, or to clothe ourselves, or to house ourselves decently, or to raise our children as creatures dear to us.

We have known ironies, insults, blows that we endured morning, noon, and evening, because we are Negroes. Who will forget that to a black one said “tu”, certainly not as to a friend, but because the more honorable “vous” was reserved for whites alone?

We have seen our lands seized in the name of allegedly legal laws which in fact recognized only that might is right.

We have seen that the law was not the same for a white and for a black, accommodating for the first, cruel and inhuman for the other.

We have witnessed atrocious sufferings of those condemned for their political opinions or religious beliefs; exiled in their own country, their fate truly worse than death itself.

We have seen that in the towns there were magnificent houses for the whites and crumbling shanties for the blacks, that a black was not admitted in the motion-picture houses, in the restaurants, in the stores of the Europeans; that a black traveled in the holds, at the feet of the whites in their luxury cabins.

Who will ever forget the massacres where so many of our brothers perished, the cells into which those who refused to submit to a regime of oppression and exploitation were thrown [applause]?

All that, my brothers, we have endured.

But we, whom the vote of your elected representatives have given the right to direct our dear country, we who have suffered in our body and in our heart from colonial oppression, we tell you very loud, all that is henceforth ended.

The Republic of the Congo has been proclaimed, and our country is now in the hands of its own children.

Together, my brothers, my sisters, we are going to begin a new struggle, a sublime struggle, which will lead our country to peace, prosperity, and greatness.

Together, we are going to establish social justice and make sure everyone has just remuneration for his labor [applause].

We are going to show the world what the black man can do when he works in freedom, and we are going to make of the Congo the center of the sun’s radiance for all of Africa.

We are going to keep watch over the lands of our country so that they truly profit her children. We are going to restore ancient laws and make new ones which will be just and noble.

We are going to put an end to suppression of free thought and see to it that all our citizens enjoy to the full the fundamental liberties foreseen in the Declaration of the Rights of Man [applause].

We are going to do away with all discrimination of every variety and assure for each and all the position to which human dignity, work, and dedication entitles him.

We are going to rule not by the peace of guns and bayonets but by a peace of the heart and the will [applause].

And for all that, dear fellow countrymen, be sure that we will count not only on our enormous strength and immense riches but on the assistance of numerous foreign countries whose collaboration we will accept if it is offered freely and with no attempt to impose on us an alien culture of no matter what nature [applause].

In this domain, Belgium, at last accepting the flow of history, has not tried to oppose our independence and is ready to give us their aid and their friendship, and a treaty has just been signed between our two countries, equal and independent. On our side, while we stay vigilant, we shall respect our obligations, given freely.

Thus, in the interior and the exterior, the new Congo, our dear Republic that my government will create, will be a rich, free, and prosperous country. But so that we will reach this aim without delay, I ask all of you, legislators and citizens, to help me with all your strength.

I ask all of you to forget your tribal quarrels. They exhaust us. They risk making us despised abroad.

I ask the parliamentary minority to help my Government through a constructive opposition and to limit themselves strictly to legal and democratic channels.

I ask all of you not to shrink before any sacrifice in order to achieve the success of our huge undertaking.

In conclusion, I ask you unconditionally to respect the life and the property of your fellow citizens and of foreigners living in our country. If the conduct of these foreigners leaves something to be desired, our justice will be prompt in expelling them from the territory of the Republic; if, on the contrary, their conduct is good, they must be left in peace, for they also are working for our country’s prosperity.

The Congo’s independence marks a decisive step towards the liberation of the entire African continent [applause].

Sire, Excellencies, Mesdames, Messieurs, my dear fellow countrymen, my brothers of race, my brothers of struggle— this is what I wanted to tell you in the name of the Government on this magnificent day of our complete independence.

Our government, strong, national, popular, will be the health of our country.

I call on all Congolese citizens, men, women and children, to set themselves resolutely to the task of creating a prosperous national economy which will assure our economic independence.

Glory to the fighters for national liberation!

Long live independence and African unity!

Long live the independent and sovereign Congo!
Patrice Lumumba (First Prime Minister of the Republic of the Congo)
Independence Day Speech - 30 June 1960 (via iamqueennzinga)





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