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…

Butterfly Effect: Missing Signal(s)

What does it mean when someone texts you first?  Is it out of necessity because of work?  Is it out of boredom?  Is it the burning curiosity you have of someone else?  And what is the appropriate reaction anyway?  Do we reply politely? Do we leave them on read? Do we block and archive them…

April Thematic Month: Favorite Crime (Open to Submissions!)

“We need to talk. Look, it’s not you, it’s me…”  “Maybe we should take a break.”  “I love you… but…”  We’ve all been there. We’ve all heard the million and one iterations of this message. No matter how nicely they put it or how much they attempt to soften the blow by “wanting to stay…

Butterfly Effect: Tiny Monkey and the What Ifs

The old Tree knew. She knew all that happened in the land, and she watched as the Tiny Monkey sat in the arms of her boughs and dreamt of many worlds. The Tree kept silent, though she knew a Secret that would help Tiny Monkey reach those worlds. It was not her place, not the…

Butterfly Effect: Words Between Silence

Words rarely come easy to me.  Which is ironic considering how I identify myself as a writer. Yet, a wall sits between my heart and tongue. The whole concept of saying what I feel is foreign to me. Sure, I am aware that certain things make me feel a certain way – sometimes my heart…

Humans of Monash: Nurul

“She’s into superstitions, black cats and voodoo dolls” She’s always had these two sides to her. Upon initial impression, one would perceive her as rather dreamy, a little ditzy, spontaneous, bright-eyed and bubbly. Essentially, what one would deem, the ever so controversial Manic Pixie Dream Girl. She would just randomly whip out her deck of…

Women’s March: In a delirium

I swipe. I swipe a lot. I swipe incessantly. I swipe so much that I hate myself for it but I can’t stop myself from it. The app, the people, the desires, needs, wants; the simplicity of it all makes it so accessible to construct a fantastical fictionalised reality for me. People become objects. I…

Women’s March: Pick-Us Era

“I’m not like other girls.” Is honestly my favourite punchline as a joke, simply because of how ridiculous it sounds. And my friends are always in on it as well, along with the rest of the internet sphere, always ready to make fun of the concept of ‘pick-me’ girls.  But there was a dark time…

Women’s March: When ‘No’ Isn’t Enough

“Do you want a lift from me? I can drop you off at the train station anytime.” “No, thank you, hahaha. I prefer to sleep on the train.” “Are you sure? Let me pick you up, then you can sleep at the train station.” “Nope, that’s okay. But thanks for the offer!” Imagine someone you…

Therefore Cafe: Pi(nk)ture Perfect

Set against the backdrop of Menara Symphony Square’s grey steel-and-glass structure, Therefore Cafe’s (@therefore.cafe) iconic pink hue was a welcome reprieve from the drab and rainy Grab ride we had just endured. Well-known for its almost entirely pink-and-gold accented colour palette, Therefore Cafe has been featured in many Subang-ites Instagram feeds… but aesthetics aside, will…

Women’s March: The Male Gaze

“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy:…

Women’s March: So What?

I curated a Spotify playlist which I titled “어쩌라고.” which in Korean means: “So What?”  Yeah, it sounds obnoxious I know, but bear with me because I swear I have a reason. I’m a 20 year old Malaysian Chinese female who comes from a relatively traditional extended family. Very joystick-toting, “no boyfriend yet ah?”, children-are-meant-to-be-seen-and-not…