Celebrities and Politics

(wow it’s been a long time hasn’t it?)

Lately, I’ve been reading facebook posts and comments regarding celebrities and their political views. The most frequent one is “Why doesn’t ____ share their political view / talk about politics?”

This kind of baffles me, because even though celebrities have more of an influence than the “average Joe”, does it really matter what they think? We all have our own political views based on preconceived notions and research. I’m pretty sure there are few people in this world who align their views according to the views of their favourite celebrity.

If you need a celebrity to help you form your political views, then do you really have any?

In the grand scheme of things, they don’t have much power. Sure, they may remind you to call your senator and complain, but  politics isn’t their day job.

(Just wanted to get that off my chest)



BEDA Day 13: Why I hate the word “triggered”

The word triggered used to be a warning for posts that might be too much for people with mental illnesses. A “trigger warning” was placed on posts that dealt with sensitive topics and it was helpful because one could know if they should continue reading an article or not.

Nowadays, “triggered” is a sick meme/joke that Men’s Rights Activists (MRAs) and people who regard feminists as entitled or “choose to seem oppressed when really aren’t” on issues that should be discussed in a serious manner.

Especially when debating/discussing LGBTQ+ issues, #BlackLivesMatter, the wage gap, and reproductive issues, MRAs who can’t seem to present their opinions like an adult, either write “triggered” or post the “lady staring at computer screen feeling triggered” as if that will shut the other party up.

“Triggered” is being used to shame women and other people fighting for justice and hoping they’ll back down.

What these MRAs don’t realize, is that we’re not going to back down. How else is the world going to change for the greater good?


BEDA Day 10: Olympic Humour

Watching the 2016 Olympic Games in Rio has been making me like a right failure.

Like seriously, Penny Oleksiak is 16 years old and winning silver and bronze in swimming. What was I doing when I was 16 years old? Nothing, that’s what. I was in high school almost failing out of math class and about to quit karate.

Katie Ledecky is 19 and has broken her own world record 5 times in a year. She has won more medals than I own karate belts. I barely accomplished anything last year. I’ve barely accomplished anything this year too.

Well, here’s to watching the Olympics while falling deeper into a quarter life crisis.



The #RoastYourself Challenge

So one of my best friends challenged me to do the #RoastYourself challenge.

Challenge accepted. (This is obviously only in written format because it’s a blog)


Where do I even commence?


How bout

I say I want to date a gent

But I can’t talk to any men,

Or flirt

Or send

A text to say I want to begin

This relationship…

I mean…friendship

Because I seem to friendzone every guy

Whose profile I swipe right

Because my standards are too high.

I say I’m really desperate

But also fed up with it

Is my singleness permanent?

I don’t know

Why don’t you tell me bout it?


I’m non binary

But my boyfriend might run away from me

Since I dress too manly

And question my sexuality

And crush on a girl

Who’ll never like me in reality


I dye my hair to look cool

But I pity the fool

Who bleaches their strands

Four times

Because she can’t stand

Her natural hair.

…oh wait. That’s me.


I’m Chinese,

Yet people find me

So white

Because my skin’s light

And I can barely write

Any mandarin

I don’t know

well known



Or films

Or songs

Yet I find it wrong

When others don’t know pop punk.


Back in high school

I was smarter and way less cool

Science was my tool

To get into Uni

I took all the honours

Now they’re a goner.

Started to get Cs and Ds

And dropped them from my degree

I tell people I work on a Bachelor of Arts…

….in health sciences

And I’m met with confused silences.

I try to explain,

But I never sound truly sane

I’m a failure to the science kids

And a failure to the arts kids

I tack on a minor

To make it all better

Yet I’m still not a go-getter


I want to make music

But don’t confuse it

With a melody

Since I can’t compose it

And try not to show it

But my lyrics aren’t that great

Without music to it.

I’d like to record a song

But I sing half the notes wrong

By myself..

Once my vocal partner is gone.


I say I play guitar

But in 5 years

I still can’t hold a bar…


And I never made it that far

By self teaching

Cause I’m just not that smart.


I call myself a slam poet,

But poetry slams,

I can’t go to it

Because I stutter

And my voice ain’t like butter

How I have a radio show,

I don’t even know


 I burnt grilled cheese

And I’m scared of bees

And I want to believe

I won’t die alone

With cats and dogs with fleas


I talk too loud

I’m queer and proud

But do people even care

Probably not.


Is this worth blogging

And instagramming

and tweeting

cause I’m always on the Internet

Yet I’m not even interesting.




Fitting Rooms

Man, I really dislike fitting rooms.

There are many reasons as to why I think this way, and you might also feel the same way.

So let us begin this list of peeves shall we?

  1. Why do you need my name???: I swear, 1/3 stores I enter has some overly cheery person dressed in all the latest gear ask me for my name. I’m just here to try on a bunch of clothes that I probably won’t buy anyways. I don’t want to awkwardly tell you my name after 3 seconds of stammering the first letter like “E-e-e-eva” and then not look at your face because I know for sure you’ll look hella amused. For most people, this might not be a big problem, but I have a slight speech impediment, so I’d like to do this as little as possible

  2. They tiny tho: I will never be a total jackass and take the handicapped fitting room(s) just for their comfortable size. However, would it kill clothing chains to add a few square feet to their supply closet sized fitting rooms? I don’t want to have to watch for any sharp bench edges or a misplaced hook jabbing me in the back/legs/stomach when I twirl in that cute dress.

  3. Stop asking me stuff: A fitting room is uncomfortable enough for me without you hovering by and asking me if I’m okay every couple minutes. If I want a different size or a different colour, I will probably ask for help (unless a friend is nearby, and in that case they’ll be my clothes swapper) and thank you for walking to the other end of the store to retrieve it for me. But if I’m not, then it’s probably safe to assume that I’m doing okay.




The other day, my mom told me of a female college student from Boston, MA who committed suicide because she was recently raped by a person from the same university.

This bit of information hit me extremely hard because suicide is not something you talk lightly about. And also because I’ve experienced firsthand what the suicide of a friend does to you emotionally and psychologically. It fucks you up. Badly. It fills you with guilt, because you’re beating yourself up over why you didn’t try harder to save them when it wasn’t even your fault in the first place.

I wonder if the rapist thought about the possibility of his victim ending her life when he did it. I wonder if he even thought of his victim as a human being capable of self destruction when he did it. I wonder if he even remembered that he was possibly ruining a young girl’s life when he did it.

“13% of rape victims attempt suicide” – Women Vote PA

If you think about this statistic, 13% is a lot of people. That’s 1 in every 7.5 people. Count all the friends you know that are rape survivors, and if you know 7-8 people, then 1 of them might end their lives. More importantly, if you’re a person who isn’t against rape/would rape someone, reflect on the above stat, and imagine if your sister/brother/best friend/girlfriend/boyfriend was the 1 out of 7.5, would you still have the same mindset?

I also wonder. I wonder if the rapist is someone who wants a power trip so bad that he/she is willing to damage another human being beyond repair for it; or if he/she is just an asshole who doesn’t think of the consequences of his/her actions.

Is it worth it?



BEDA Day 8: The problem with YouTube

(12:27 am. whatever. I was too preoccupied with watching olympic swimming)

I love YouTube and I enjoy watching YouTubers on the daily, I really do. However, lately I’ve stopped clicking on videos made by some big name YouTubers because they’ve stopped putting effort into their content. No one needs four videos in a row of (insert name here) trying candy from different countries.

It’s perfectly acceptable and needed (because YouTubers have to make money somehow) to make a sponsored video once in a while, but when a YouTuber abuses that power, and makes many in a row, it’s akin to taking advantage of their fan support.

The same with makeup/clothing hauls, they’re fun to watch, but these kind of videos are not quality content. They show that you’ll make whatever video just for the money and the views.

This is mostly why I enjoy watching YouTubers with under 4,000,000 subscribers, because I know that they’re not too famous that they will stop putting in the effort.