Category: Written

State of the Podcast/Blog

Lyfe is hard, gaiz.
Lyfe is hard, gaiz.

Before you freak out, this post is not about ending the podcast. Don’t worry. Because obviously, you must be worrying, as I am so important.

I guess it’s about time to do my one written post of the year. I can’t remember when was the last time I wrote a blog post (upon research, it looks like it was actually over a year ago, yikes). Partly because of disconcerting thoughts, and mostly because I had a shit ton of coffee. Speaking of, ever try bulletproof coffee? Amazing. Okay, back on track.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my blog/podcast, Quarter-Life Crisis. It only makes sense to hash it out in written form, as it concerns the existence and/or possible future of the podcast, which is honestly more important than this “blog.” Continue reading

Growing Pains

Alright, so it’s about 5:30 in the morning as I write this, so I can’t guarantee this will make much sense. I’m about to get very “Dear Diary” all up in this shit.

I haven’t been able to sleep “properly” as of late. Granted, I’m still unemployed, meaning sleep is all kinds of fucked up for me (like, waking up before noon will get me a pat on the back––from myself), but it’s bad. Like really bad. See the timestamp for this blog post?

Now the reason for being unable to sleep is different than what I’m used to; I’m not depressed. At least not yet. I suppose you could say I’m more anxious. Perhaps this is embarrassing to admit, but I think I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, so fuck it. Continue reading

A Fresh Start

The title of this post has meaning in two ways:

1) I lost all of my previous entries due to lack of foresight in changing domain hosts, so I’m literally starting over;

2) I moved back to my childhood home and have returned to the drawing board (of life).

Am I upset that I failed to save my old blog posts? A little. I thought it was set up well: my declaration to embrace my pan-Asian qualities, some history into my fiendish childhood, and the lamentation of carrying a cultural/child of immigrants burden. I was just beginning to break the ice to establishing what a Rice Cracka is all about.

Well shit, Captain Hindsight, not much we can do at this point. So let’s just keep going. You bitches will all catch onto what I’m about. Continue reading