Brenda talks to fellow twentysomething (and high school alumnus), Vanessa Elizabeth of the travel and lifestyle blog, Wander Onwards. Vanessa shares her early feelings of finding something better, just how the hell did she end up living in China, and just a few of the struggles of living abroad. They then discuss feeling unsafe in America vs. other countries, and the wealth of tips for cheap traveling. Also, OF COURSE, she talks about the insanely viral article “23 Things To Do Other Than Getting Married Before You’re 23” she wrote, and the aftermath that followed (spoiler alert: death threats). Get inspired to step out of your comfort zone!
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
Meet Korean-American poet and author EJ Koh and her boyfriend, graphic designer Cheikh Clark. This is Brenda’s favorite episode so far because it is LOADED: from roommate memories to Korean prejudice towards interracial couples, from dildo art to femininity, from the struggles of an artist to how creatives function in a relationship. And of course, EJ describes the experience of writing and publishing her first novel, Red.
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
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