yes, there are definitely times I get home sick. I miss my friends and family back home, but I am also asked to question where is home? 

Traveling in Southeast Asia has helped me to understand Asian culture more. My Asian American friends and I used to hate on our Asian culture because things like obeying your elders, conformism has not always helped us. 

Now I’m starting to see that people appreciate depth in Asia, they love deeply and sacrifice deeply…maybe not in the way I would, but that is how they know how. 

When I feel down, I remember how lucky I am to have had the opportunity to expand my mind and believe that all things are possible- including travel, living on faith.

These days I’ve been able to get to know the owners and hotel staff of Discovery Cafe and D’Riverside Inn. It’s been a blessing- check out their website! 

Www.d-riversideinn.com 

I was an Airbnb host– And now you can too! My first guest was a philosophy professor, two of my guests were art center students, young people, some animators, and computer nerds. Just my type of people! It was more than hosting- I loved them all like my family. 

They’re letting me refer hosts and give you $50 just for getting your first guests.  

Enjoy- 

https://www.airbnb.com/r/blien1?s=3&i=1 

Here’s the deal- 

I have a don’t fuck with me face when it comes to creepy men when I travel

And then a OMG excitement and happiness face. 

Sometimes I feel like I can’t show my happiness because creepy men seem to feed off of happiness. 

But now I don’t care. 

I will eat food like a savage women, I’ll laugh and be loud, I’ll cry in public. 

Because I don’t want to be a robot.  

I choose to release myself, to let go of how I think I should be.

I choose to cut off all things that no longer serve my highest good and that which is not aligned with my good now. 

I choose to start over everyday. 

I choose to be okay with not knowing, with letting go of striving. 

Happy Indian new year my friend! 

I am feeling lost 

In a sea of faces, staring at me, why don’t you speak Malaysian? Because I’m not. I spilled all my hot sauce today. It was brilliant, why so clumsy. I don’t know, spilt my drink. 

Too much matrix? 

I can walk with swagger too, don’t think you own the place men. 

Anything you can do I can do. 

But all I want is a small house in the countryside where I don’t have to face any strangers. 

Where no one will tell me what I look like – even if it’s your beautiful. 

Let me crawl into a safe space where I don’t have to answer to anyone questioning my origins, who I am, what languages I speak.

Where I don’t have to answer for myself. 

It’s exhausting, just leave me be. Please.

I want to stop striving altogether. I don’t want to see any strange men staring at me, I want anonymity, I want to live in a cabin in the woods and write. 

Stop harassing me. 

Yep! 

I have this extravagant goal! 

By the way if you are part of the travel bureau or own a hotel, work for the marketing and pr department of any hospitality company- email me at rebekkalien@gmail.com 

I would love to write about your services, company, city, country, food!! 

Batu caves – Kuala Lumpur    
 

I hate it when tourists come and stay at my guesthouse. Go away. Be quiet. I’m a local resident. 

Because people speak mandarin and I speak mandarin, and they don’t stare at you for such a long inappropriate length of time, as the Thais and Vietnamese guys do. So uncomfortable. 

And I think I’m the only woman in this guesthouse. 

And I found Indian things everywhere, there are not many women out on the streets…more men work than women it seems. Men cook whereas in Vietnam most of the food vendors are women.

I love Malaysia because things have prices on them. 

I also am starting to love my tiny room because I’ve placed all my knick knacks on the shelf and I have the lounge room to myself. I watched fast and the furious 7 today. 

Tomorrow I am going to sell my tablet to see if I’ll get some good $ for it. 

My ebook- Www.rebekkalien.com/lovemoneywork