AnYi 安亦

So this guy is all like, ‘oh, hey mom; I like your pet’ and then it dies. The guy’s dad snuffs it soon after, and everyone’s pets get stolen by this dude who already had a pet, so like – rude! Time for a sad moment and our guy gets pep talks from his mom… Continue reading

“Adam?” It fascinates me how a single word can carry so much meaning – when my mother said it, she did so with her trademarked ‘deliberately poorly veiled’ brand of distain, whereas this felt genuine; the surprise I’ve heard so often mingled with a pained relief to bring a sad smile to my face. Continue reading

One quality that no-one would assign him is promiscuous – the closest anyone would come would be inventive, as what he calls a rhumba is… well, there’s a reason he’s taking a class. Continue reading

A lot of options jump to mind (Sorry, no Adam here – only me… er… James? Feign amnesia! Just play it cool, dude – he’ll calm down.) and are dismissed as failures just as quickly. Continue reading

I remember looking at mum, then; her face was white, and there was a look in her eye I couldn’t quite identify at the time. Looking back now, I know what it must have been. Continue reading

The summer in the city, with its car noises mixed with cicada screeching in camphor trees, had long since been given a nostalgic glow and stored in the deepest back of my mind. I had lost her and myself in those summers. Continue reading