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…

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…

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…

Butterfly Effect: The Road Taken Looks Real Good Now

I love the idea of filmmaking and storytelling. Always have, and probably always will. I love the way ideas, visions, dreams, come to life on the screen. The nuances in how emotion, setting, and ambience is portrayed in film. It’s something I could talk about for hours. And so naturally, when it came time for…