Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong

Des Voeux Road West never faced west, only towards the other blocks opposite ours. Each morning, my foot was met with a bunk-bed ladder too slippery for any human who had slept through the sweatiness of night. But, I’m convinced it wasn’t meant for human legs, since each night the scurrying of thistly legs decoratedContinue reading “Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong”

I feel like an adult when

I feel like an adult when a new washing machine excites me I feel like an adult when I butter my own toast I feel like an adult when I somehow manage to get rid of a cold on my own I feel like an adult when the question ‘what do you want to beContinue reading “I feel like an adult when”


I’ve often found myself contorting,squeezing into other peoples’ boxes.Maybe it’s because I’m small.I can fit into places easily. But my stomach hangs over my legs,petruding over the line. Stuffing never helps. Hiding can often reveal more than what was hidden. So I stopped contorting.