bubbles, arcades, you.

his friend told her not to talk to him anymore. and she kept her promise, just like that. that was the night she wrote her last letter to him. the one she never sent. she had wanted to send him letters every other week. in the end she only sent two. every so often, she… Continue reading bubbles, arcades, you.

a letter to columbia

breathe. it's only another day. inhale. exhale.¬† ¬†inhale. i see a seat. i see an opportunity. but if i sit i'll never get back. in h a l e. it's freaking cold. damn. her song blasts over the engines. it's a heartbreaking song. a peach was bruised awfully bad. it's what happens when you don't… Continue reading a letter to columbia

Growing up British Chinese

Each year around Halloween, the issue of identity and race is thrown into the forefront of my mind with the same questions racing around my head. How can I create a convincing costume when the costumes I want to wear all look more "authentic" on someone who's white? Origins Growing up in the north of… Continue reading Growing up British Chinese