Art Night Sale & BRAND NEW NEVER RELEASED ART!

On June 29, 2012 By Rebekka LienIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

If you live in the LA area, come out tomorrow or Saturday to see loads of original art. Not only can you buy your own piece of art, you can meet the artist too! (such as me).

For those that don’t live in Los Angeles – you can buy your own print of my art below!

http://www.etsy.com/shop/rebekkalien

For a beautiful and original piece of art, you only pay $15 and up. Purchase a $1 frame and voila, you got a beautiful wall art!

$20 for an original art print

I have also been working on creating HANDMADE JEWELRY!

Contact me if you are interested in the jewelry, I am selling them at the ART SHOW first.

Otherwise, visit my STORE for delectables! http://rebekkalien.storenvy.com

TV Children

On June 24, 2012June 24, 2012 By Rebekka LienIn poetry, psychology, self- reflectionLeave a comment

1992- drew this when I was 4

They call us, tv children.

Changelings, sitting in front of TV’s, alone, doing homework, but not.

Changelings are little creatures, they hide under tables and play with barbies until they hear footsteps coming home.

We hear screaming and shouting, throwing of things, we learn to adapt like aliens.

We, like wallpapers, we like transformers. We learn to sing when there is only silence.

We recognize each other because we have no home, not an earthly one. We learned to make do, learned to see flowers when there was only blood and chaos.

Unicorns, monsters, purple and pink rabbits. We have seen it all. We have seen angry people, monstrously sad ones, scars on wrists and crushed plush toys.

TV children have learned to overcome, they are stronger than most and live in your neighborhood. They appear normal, but they are really part of my clan. Reclaiming the little girl and boy inside each of us.

Manifesting Reality With Your Mind

On June 21, 2012June 21, 2012 By Rebekka LienIn faithLeave a comment

(A flower that my friend gave me, it was a confirmation from God that it’s a season of getting pampered!)

Whatever you focus on, whatever you spend your energy on- that is what will manifest.

If you watch Law and Order or CSI, you’ll hear the word “pre-meditation”. If you have a lot of anger towards someone, if you are not careful, you may go to prison. I know I’m being a bit drastic, but it is important to know the POWER OF YOUR MIND. Likewise, if you think positive thoughts, positive outcomes will manifest.

It Is ALL About FAITH

What do I mean by that? Did you ever hear someone say “I have faith in you” and didn’t that spur you on to do great things, to accomplish things you never thought you could?

There were many times I wanted to give up “self-employment”. I am currently 24 years old, after working full time for 9 months and suffering from backache, I decided to let go of security. The last year I have probably gone through the most dramatic times of my life. I’ll be celebrating my one year anniversary of liberation in July.

However, it was NOT easy. Probably the most SCARY things happened when I let go of security. Days before my bills were due, I still had no idea where the money was going to come from. BUT SOMEONE, MANY PEOPLE had faith in me.

Faith isn’t this empty, abstract idea. Faith is believing in someone, in yourself, in your friends, it’s believing that YOUR mind is powerful, that if you allow your mind and heart to believe something will come true, it mostly likely will. Of course, it’s not believing in empty air. It is believing that SINCE you have seen miracles happen before, that it will also continue to happen.

Faith is believing in the good in people, thus attracting the good out of you as well. You DON’T have to be a victim to your circumstances, you can BELIEVE and manifest a good life.

What are some things that you have manifested in your life just by believing? And what are some things that you hope to manifest in the next month?

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Post Travel Syndrome

On June 20, 2012June 20, 2012 By Rebekka LienIn travelLeave a comment

For the past week and a half, I kept wondering what was so different about South America and United States. Finally, the word came to me “sterile”. Compared to days I spent dancing in Rio, my days in the US seems so sterile, so apart from bacteria, so safe, so clean, too clean, too safe.

Of course there are misconceptions of what Brazil is like. Not everyone is good looking, not everyone is the hot brown bod gentleman or lady. There are some seriously creepy men and the beaches are beautiful, but they are parts that aren’t that clean. Sanitary-wise, they don’t use disposable toilet seat covers and not everyone is that friendly.

Having said that, South America just seems so much more alive than the “to-the point” productive society that is LA. I’m trying really hard to analyze what is different and how I can transfer some of my travel lifestyle into my everyday life.

Some changes I am making:

1. Broaden my circle of friends: attend networking events, join groups, go to various demographic bars/clubs, events.

2. Go out more: in general, go out more…

3. Travel. Period. Sorry, I don’t think I can ever be normal again, travel just makes you weird. You just don’t think the same. You talk to strangers and want to be friends with people really unlike you and you get tired of the same environment. You get tired of the same demographic, the same roads, the same culture…

If you have any tips, help a sister out.

Dancing in Rio

Kicking Some Unwanted Balls & Throwing Up Cherries

On June 13, 2012June 13, 2012 By Rebekka LienIn travelLeave a comment

At the Books Hostel in Rio

I woke up at 5 am today, 4 hours jet-lagged. My computer had crashed last night, so any attempts of writing, contacting potential clients, or any type of freelance search was out the door.

To add, after drinking milk and tea, I felt nauseated. Then I threw up in a public bathroom. Cherries literally included, not on top, but in it.

I asked god why I always had to go through with things like this. Why can’t I just adjust back to life like normal people? Why can’t I be normal enough to have a normal job waiting for me?

Then I’m reminded that I’m supposed to LET GO.

This is a lesson that will take a long time to learn. Especially when the facts in your life don’t seem so stable, a little discouraging at best. Especially when you find yourself comparing yourself to other normal people who don’t go off for a month and experience the most life changing shit ever.

By the way, I’m quitting alcohol for a month. Please keep me accountable. I need to cleanse my body from travel bugs, literally.

I guess it’s easy to be negative, but I’ll try to be positive. I woke up with the most amazing travel story idea. I’m going to write about Traveling Solo As An Asian Woman- Not Your Typical Travel Story. I’ll also write about harassment I experienced being an Asian woman in South America. Scandalous enough for an article, scandalous enough for people to be intrigued. It’s not your typical story. Yet, at the end, coming out a wiser person, knowing how to avoid nasty stares, avoid forced kisses, avoid and kick some unwanted balls.

I didn’t really have an easy life growing up. But it has made me who I am today, I would not be the person I am today if it wasn’t for the hardships. But guess what, I think it’s time I became gloriously awesome and fought for as a speaker, teacher and consultant. Even if I don’t feel like it right now, especially since I threw up just now.

Since I can’t pitch stories to publications because my hard drive just crashed, I’ll wait for the universe to pamper and flourish me, according to the right time. Meanwhile, sitting at the Apple Store, I’ll finish this blog post with some pictures that could erase the image of me throwing up cherries. 😉

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Guess what, you are part of the universe that is sustaining this blog!

Some exclusive graffiti from Rio, Brazil.

Traveling Messes You Up

On June 10, 2012June 10, 2012 By Rebekka LienIn travelLeave a comment

On the beautiful Ipanema Beach. There are some big butts there, seriously.

I’m sitting on my couch, enjoying the stillness and quiet of my house. The leaves are orange and yellow, the sun rays reflected on the wooden floors, I’m back in LA. It all went by so fast. After a crazy week in Rio, Brazil- I woke up after a 6 hour bus ride from Rio to Sao Paulo. I was the last person on the bus because I barely slept at all in Rio. I had $49 in my account, plus bills to pay, but memories I will never forget. Travel really messes you up.

Big time.

My brain still feels overloaded with smells, pictures, flashes of dancing on the streets of Rio, holding my dress and spinning in circles. I remember conversations, people from all over the world- England, Uruguay, China, Switzerland, Austria, New York, the list goes on. I think of the fuzzy dogs that my host family had, getting lost and listening to the voice within, buses, strangers, lots of strangers. In fact, before my trip to South America, I did not know a single person that I was going to meet. Now that I’m back in LA, I am close friends with at least 15-20 people. Friends that I can message and stay with all over the world.

It’s a bit difficult to squish my trip all into one summary.

So for this post, I want to tell you about what I learned.

I learned that despite being alone at times, we are never alone. The world is full of strangers turned friends. In my quest to see Marco, my sponsored boy, I saw that 3rd world countries are happier than we imagine them to be. In fact, I can say that despite everything Americans have, we seem to pop more anti-depressants than the kids running around without shoes on.

I always wondered why I had the desire to live simply, yet loved the world of fashion and glam. I wondered why I loved the idea of free swag, high heels, makeup and gratis but also the idea of living out of a backpack and being anonymous.

Now I understand. Perhaps, my goal in life isn’t just to help the poor…perhaps it is to help the rich let go of security and stability to live the life they want. In Ecuador, I visited the jungle and saw communities drinking out of rivers. Yet, their simple lives caused them to appreciate people and relationships. In contrast, in America, we are constantly bombarded by material things and status. We are constantly virtually contacting people, but never for the simplicity of enjoying the moment.

I met foreigners who wanted to volunteer in Ecuador, and now I realize, these 3rd world country kids should teach us 1st world folks how to live and love. Going to South America taught me the hospitality of a stranger. Strangers took time out of their day to help me, they literally laughed and smiled for no reason, they were open to you, not closed off or busy.

Brazilians seriously know how to party. This is something we can learn from. I am a different person from last month. For days I didn’t look at a phone or know what time it was, but the natural inclination of what I felt enabled me to live according to my inner self, the people around me, and free myself from time constraints.

The more I travel, the more strangers I meet, the more my craving to be alive and to break out of social constraints increase. We don’t have to be slaves to society, we can be trailblazers, we can still live the life we want when we’re all grown up. I can’t say I have it all figured out, because even now I don’t know where my next paycheck is coming from…but I have experienced it all, I really do live in faith knowing I’m not crazy, but destined for greatness.

After arriving in Rio after a 6 hour bus ride sleeping sitting up, 2 hours trying to find the hostel, I met these 3 friends. I must have been crazy because I decided to hike 2.5 hours to see the Christo. Midway, I stopped several times to hear the quietness of the forest. I had come to Brazil to be still. This was it. After half- dying, hearing the pounding of my heart and running up to the Christo, I started screaming JESUS I’M HERE.

The Christo was startling, beautiful. I was sad to see he didnt have eye pupils. It just shows that statues can’t represent anyone.