LGBTQ Corner: The Gift

“I have a gift for you.”  I couldn’t quite tell if I was happy or scared. She refused to tell me what this gift that was chained and secured with the most sophisticated lock was as if it was caging a yet-to-be-known creature. Even I, the greatest locksmith of the heart, wasn’t able to crack…

LGBTQ Corner: Yes, sex is cool but…

I worry sometimes that I would never receive the love they write about in books, the one’s they make movies about, because everything I’ve ever seen has always revolved around the aspect of sex. Sex has been a topic rarely discussed in my neck of the woods, and when it was brought up, I found…

Hello, Future

“Hello,  future.”  The words echo into oblivion. The silence was  loud and deafening, but I know someone, or something out there, is listening to me.  “It was rather impolite of me, isn’t it? if i don’t offer you a greeting.”  Again, no response. Fair enough.  “I’m aware of my. . . lack of manners in…

Hello Future: Struggling

An anxious anecdote of mine.  We all have big dreams and big thrills.  Get all As  Get into a good university  Graduate with all HDs  Get a good job, 5 figure salary and above only  Marry before they call you an old maid  Have a family  I’m now 20 and I’ve just barely ticked off…

Stacks of History

You whisper in my ear about the rumours. It’s no surprise you’ve heard them  “Some of the kids have sex in the stacks.”  You glance over at me, a devilish smirk on a perfect face I suppose it’s no coincidence you tell me this when we’re searching for history books Your tongue darts out to…

LGBTQ+ Corner: Metamorphosis (Open for submissions!)

In accordance with Pride Month, MONGA would like to introduce our new and permanent LGBTQ Corner, a thematic submission-based writing and media project that will be conducted from now til the end of this year, that aims to ensure that we celebrate our peers in the community not just for a month, but to ensure…

MONCH! @Mingle Cafe

Located in Jalan Sultan, one stop away from Pasar Seni and amidst a line-up of various other tempting cafes, Mingle Cafe sits unassumingly, its entrance covered in foliage and plants, as if trying to set itself apart from its competition. Immediately upon entering you’re greeted with an enticing, extensive collection of cakes, pastries, loaves and…

Favorite Crime: My favorite liar

I remember being the age when I could barely reach up to push the ninth-floor button of the elevator to my apartment, and only if I tip-toed and stretched my arm to the fullest. I remember that just around this age, I lied to my mother. I don’t quite recall what the lie was about…

Favorite Crime: August

The way a song near-perfectly encapsulates the exact sentiment or experience you’re going through at a moment in time. The way a song takes your heart and warmly cradles it, comforting you, while simultaneously breaking it apart, obliterating you. For me, that song was August by Taylor Swift. The parallels were unsettling and uncanny –…

Favorite Crime: Better

*Disclaimer: A toxic portrayal of love All the things I did, just so I could call you mine. At the end, it all boiled down to actions he could not take back. The severed friendships, the late night shouting matches with his mother, the mountain of debt accumulating in his bank account. There were other…

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…