Favorite Crime: Almost

“If my heart can ever open again, there would be space for the two of us. Maybe in another universe we could’ve wished upon all the shooting stars. Maybe the skies would’ve been as iridescent as your eyes, reflecting away all the worry in the world but refracting my image. Maybe we could’ve had a…

Favorite Crime: 5 Stages of Grief

They say there are five stages of grief.  Stage 1: Denial  I’m okay.  No, I’m not  I don’t miss you.  I miss you so much that the mere mention of your name renders me powerless Why did it have to be you? I don’t know.  There are so many things that, deep in my heart…

Favorite Crime: It’ll Be Okay

A short story inspired heavily by Shawn Mendes’s It’ll Be Okay. Are we gonna make it? The thought ran wildly through my mind. A slow decay, that’s the reality of us. Yes, life happens and it occasionally gets in the way. But I sensed it began with fewer texts, fewer calls, less of everything that…

Mother, Am I Woman Now?

Mother, I wore that dress you bought, it’s pink, with frills around the bottom. You did my hair up in that ponytail and made me wear some lipstick. You told me girls are supposed to look pretty all the time. I’m five, but I hope I’m more of a girl now. Mother, it’s hard for…

Humans of Monash: Jensen

There’s a word sonder, and sonder if I’m not mistaken is the realization that everyone has their own story, their own struggles, their own everyday life. I feel like I’m always drawn to people. I always love just getting to know people and know their story, because everyone has a story worth telling and I…

May Thematic Month: Hello Future (Open to Submissions!)

The process of homeostasis in the body is a self-regulatory process that ensures all our bodily functions maintain stability while we adjust to any changes in our external environment. Without this regulation, our bodies would shut down and perish.  It is in our very nature, threaded into our very DNA that we, as humans, are…

MONCH! @ Luckin Kopi

*This article features a halal restaurant Located in the heart of KL, a cosy unassuming restaurant sits between rows of buildings in Jalan Panggong. The exterior of the restaurant is simple with a touch of traditional nostalgia as seen by the wooden details of the entrance.  We made the mistake of coming right during lunch…

Humans of Monash: Faheem

I’ve been on the move all my life. I was born in Seoul, South Korea because my dad worked there as a diplomat. I’ve lived in eight different countries, including Malaysia. After Seoul, I moved to Iraq, but then we left because of the Americans. . . bombing and all.  We went to Bangladesh and…

Monash Sri Lankan Protest: Fighting for Home 

“You messed with the wrong generation.” Sri Lanka, the beautiful island nation in the heart of the Indian Ocean, currently faces the worst economic and political crisis since the country’s independence. Over 22 million people have been left to fend for their own without access to food, water, gas, electricity, and medicine, all by a…

MUSA Did What (3): #TGIMS (Thank God It’s Mid-Sem Break)

The headline probably says it all doesn’t it? Mentally, this Head Writer confesses that she is somewhere in Week 3 (along with all of my lectures woops) so thank God for sem break, which won’t be much of a sem break for me let’s be fair.  However, for those of you who are planning to…

Women’s March: Foremothers

To all my Foremothers, I apologise for not knowing your name,  Although you carried generations in your womb;  I apologise while you bled in despair, Only to hold your female heir,  People taunted at your failure;  I apologise for not knowing your name,  When you fought for my breath;  I apologise for calling you weak…

Women’s March: Creation Story

In spacetime before the First Rising, the Aqueon (now known as Earth) was only made up of the seas and skies. The Great Serpent emerged from the deep Aqueon waters and clawed its way onto the lands. The hails of soil it sent flying into the sky turned into clouds while the holes it left…

Women’s March: Post-Semester Reflections

slumped over in bed, i telephoned a close friend of mine- kiki, for an interview- asking for her thoughts, feelings and understandings developed throughout her first semester of her second year as a theatre school dropout majoring in gender studies, as a girl and as a student. she- in a bathtub with an arm and…

Butterfly Effect: Phantom Limb

“You don’t want a sibling. They’re tedious, annoy the shit out of you and honestly if they’re younger than you, you might just end up taking care of them instead of your parents.”  A lot of people have told me how fortunate I am, having been born the only child, allowing myself to be the…

Butterfly Effect: Wasted Time

When I look back upon the expansive yet monotonous yore of the past twenty years of my life, the sentiment that I feel the strongest isn’t necessarily regret. I did the best with what I had at the time, that’s the mantra I’ve been trying to incessantly memorize. However, what is life but a yawning…