when they left, he was left with the kind of sadness that only teenagers could understand. an intense loneliness that crept up on him on his commute home from work. he found there was no way past it, he could wrap himself up a fantasy, in an imagined world brighter and quieter than the greyness… Continue reading when they left
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.
look who's happy look who's smiling wiggle wiggle, jimmy jam im going to skip from one end of the corridor to the other. just out of happiness there's no explanation, I don't think I need one... do I? sorry if I seem to hyper, or out of control... I really can't help myself. something inside… Continue reading ooo!
i can hear the cat scratching on my flatmate's door. her quiet 'meow's' are so pitiful, I can't help but open the door every hour to let her roam around my room. the house shakes every time a door is shut
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