March was a goodie. The month kicks off with me finally sweating my brains out at Angkor Wat. I return from Cambodia better able to set boundaries for myself. I am aware I can relax instead of overexert myself in order to please others, because over-giving later resurfaces from within me as resentment for another.

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when I first started working in 2006 as a security guard, i worked 8 hours [a night while studying electrical engineering at university] for $60 [a month] and 12 hours [a night] for $90 [a month].

—mr. youleng, angkor wat tuktuk driver

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Monthly Mood: Temples Hurt My Temples

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Hinduism x Buddhism is beautiful, especially when you find buddha reaching nirvana in the middle of a Shiva Lingam’s yoni. Don’t underestimate the truth in that.

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On the banks of the Tonle Sap river I get sloppy drunk and feel 17 again.

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much-needed hangover breakky, phom phenh moments

street eats—nom ka chai, hotpot, num krok

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Back home in I approach 12 yelling Russian men at a volleyball net and am warmly welcomed to daily afternoon scrimmages next to the sapphire waves of Vietnamese coastline. My favorite sport and I reunite.

Quy Nhon is sampled through a little ~weekend excursion~ as I inhale aromas of shrimp and salted fish sunning out on the roads. I shake hands with a leper and treat my taste buds with bún rạm.

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I seldom venture somewhere in Vietnam to simply check it out—my 2017 visit was brief and every waking minute was used try new foods.

Relevant read: Photo Journey—The Two-Week Chronicle Of A Hungry Girl And Her Vietnamese Street Food

I make a baby vlog because I was about to lose my mind if I didn’t do something with the five years of backed up video footage.

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Tummyfelt shoutout to Claire, for tolerating my wants and whims, and for icing her coffee, pb-ing her j, and street eating her way across Cambodia with me…

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…and to Bufan and Wenwen, for tuk tuk bargains, karaoke vocals, and completing the dynamic quad-o of the century.

 

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obsessions

kralan
pb&j
dr. marie stopes clinic
trà sen
gác cafe
beach sits
sleep
my bed
yellow dragonfruit
avocados
vegan ketogenic nutrition
‘ketoccinos’ (my name for coconut milk, virgin coconut oil, espresso shot, blended)
acv shots
chicken saagwala @ vandana
blackmores probiotics+ women’s flora balance
lady balance
sand volleyball
sand bathing sparrows
vegan candida keto buddha bowl
bún rạm
bánh ít lá
bánh bột lọc
call her daddy
almond butter
macadamia nuts
t bros 70% dark

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currently reading: first they killed my father by loung ung

 

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