I'm talking a lot about body image these days because frankly, it's been on my mind so much. Fitness has become an important part of my routine. It's the one thing keeping me sane while dealing with all the instability in my life right now: I'm in my final semester of grad school and dealing … Continue reading Be bold, be shrill
By most measurements and standards, I’m still fat. The Gap stops selling jeans one size below the one I need. Forget finding anything at Zara. Uniqlo only just became accessible to me, and I’m a size XXL in its extra-stretchy legging jeans. There would be more options for me if I still lived in the … Continue reading My own worst enemy
Isn't it weird the way that you can hear a song, after not hearing it for five or even ten years, and still remember all the lyrics? Maybe you can even picture yourself listening to the song at some moment in your past, hanging out in your teenage bedroom, or crossing the street with your … Continue reading Who I am hates who I’ve been
I haven't spoken to my mother in four years. Sometimes, it feels like it hasn't been that long, though it usually feels like she was never there. It's an awkward conversation to have with people, who innocently ask, "So what do your parents think about you being so far from home? Do you miss them?" … Continue reading Mother’s Day Without
Last Monday was mine and my boyfriend's three year anniversary, as well as a public holiday, so we decided to spend the night in Macau. We went to see the Thriller show at the newly opened Parisian, had a few drinks and eggs tarts, then called it a night in a sweet ass room at Hard … Continue reading I’m watching my country burn up in flames
I've always had a weird love of stationery. I buy tons of cute little notebooks, use a few pages, then find another cute little notebook that I switch over to and repeat this forever until I'm drowning in notebooks with deer and bunnies and cats on the cover and the firemen can't get into my house … Continue reading Bujo for Dummies
Saving money is hard, sometimes even impossible. When I was back in the States I made a decent living working in the call center of a certain bank that sounds like Smells Dargo. The money I made allowed me to buy a used car, live with roommates in a nice Minneapolis suburb, meet the monthly minimum … Continue reading Kickass printable savings tracker
I never heard the term expat until I moved to South Korea in 2012. Suddenly, my life was full of expat bars, expat friends, and guides for expats. The people around me - my fellow expats - were mostly like me; early to mid-twenties, recently out of college, from English-speaking countries (because being an English … Continue reading What does ‘expat’ mean anyways?
I went to Barcelona this year on a whim. I happened to see that Emirates was having a massive sale and bought the tickets two weeks before I was set to leave. It was Chinese New Year and I had a bunch of time off work. My boyfriend and I had originally planned to go … Continue reading Mi viaje a Barcelona, or why you should travel alone.
I've wanted to be a writer since I was six years old. I learned how to read when I was four and was a voracious reader. I loved my Pony Pals books (about a group of four fifth-grade girls and the adventures they had with their ponies) and weird history books, like the one my … Continue reading I just want to write