Some nights, sleep won’t come but words will instead.
What can I say? When you study three units of English and then a minor in English literature, you can't watch or read anything without automatically analysing it to bits. It's a curse. Recently, I binged Netflix's 13 Reasons Why, and I really liked it. I understand there's heaps of controversy surrounding the show, including… Continue reading 13 symbolic representations found in Netflix’s 13 Reasons Why
What is your favourite childhood memory? In retrospect, when I was around three or four years old, and we were living on Yu Chau Street (Sham Shui Po). Looking back, that time and my relationship with my father is my favourite part of my childhood. Every afternoon, after school, I'd ask him for a cent… Continue reading Connie Tang (Hong Kong)
A series of motions, You can't control. Ride it out. Ride it out. Look for the lock, Search for the key. Look inside. Look inside. The lock is a challenge, A test of will. Take it in. Take it in. The key is a chance, A lesson to learn. Do better. Be better. You… Continue reading Chasing a Moving Target
As with all traditional Chinese weddings, the bride is hiding in the bedroom while her groom negotiates her bride price with her bridesmaids in the living room. She is dressed in a modest red qipao, and wearing intricate gold bangles on her wrists to symbolise her family’s blessing upon her marriage. Unlike most traditional Chinese… Continue reading The Weddings of “Others”
I would do anything for my daughter. Even if it hurt me, I’d still do it to make sure she has every chance in the world to become what she wants to be. I had my girl when I was five months shy of my 22nd birthday, and I was but a girl myself. She… Continue reading One Mother’s Story
It’s not my fault. That was what I wanted to tell my mum when she accused me of always devising ways to leave Hong Kong. “You never want to just stay put,” my mum said hesitantly, as if she was breaching alien territory, “You always want to leave.” I think what she wanted to say… Continue reading Living as a Complex Nothing