IT IS SO IMPORTANT and BEAUTIFUL to use your influence for good, especially when you are in a position that enables the words you speak to be heard by numerous people, who typically follow the theories or ideas you bring up in your speech. My name is Athena Tan, and I am a young person…Read More
Home I went. I paid the bill.Read More
What exactly is a ‘mental storm’? This question surfaced in my mind three hours ago when I was listening to MENTAL STORMS from the ENFJ album (LEW, 2018). Everything about this song was magical and perfect – from the strumming, to the vocals and the poignant chords matched with poetic lyrics. The term ‘mental storms’…Read More
I am not rich, nor crazy, but I am Asian. Kevin Kwan needs to complete NS.Read More
Just five minutes ago, I was thinking of how to answer to an artist friend (who I greatly respect, by the way! Her work can be found here). The month of June brings a crazy number of things that I need to do regarding the production of Issue 5: AMO, ARMOUR for Carpe Bloom. We’re embarking…Read More
Lau Siew Mei wrote wonderfully and terrifyingly about the supernatural world and the treachery of our own internal mind’s workings, creating an entrancing narrative of a neighbourhood that charted each other’s lives and were interconnected by voids meant to be filled, or that had been haphazardly filled.Read More
I met a stranger in the skin of someone familiar.
In June, 2015, I remember running to the sinks and turning on the faucet. I never turned on the faucet with my bare hands in school because the sink faucets were dirty as hell, and we all knew it.
MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC is an innocent-looking book; packed within its pages are seemingly explosive weapons filled to the brim with gun powder. Do we say phrases like ‘filled to the brim with gun powder’? Is that sentence correctly constructed? I don’t know. But what I do know is that the debut collection of Amanda…Read More
V is Virginia Woolf and V is also for Validation. The two are not necessarily inter-related, but there is a certain something about her Vivacious life.
— Do we just do what we love or do what we’re supposed to do?
–dear girl, in this
world right now, to live
means to live with your eyes closed
and your third-eye open;
the third eye is not the devil’s
nor is it the wandering spirit’s,
but rather it is the window (that other people
force you to look out of)–