When people think of the highest form of exploration, they often picture astronauts floating through space or rovers driving across Mars. Yet one of the greatest mysteries isn't millions of…
I’ve never liked children. They’re a nuisance to everyone around them, and I believe the only reason society as a whole has put up with them is because they pity…
The expansion of generative Artificial Intelligence (AI) has taken over the media these past few years. With software such as Chat GPT and Gemini being able to produce instant essays,…
On a lively street of cafes and boutiques stood a house inside of a house. Rather, a collection of miniature houses sold inside an establishment to be known as Blanchard’s–…
Mismatched socks caught in my eyes, They remind me of your quiet lies. Into the lost and found they hide, Like us, misplaced and left aside. I wonder if you'll…
“I didn’t even notice the venue existed until the art exhibition was held there!” by Hani Yasmin, one of Echo Garden’s visitors. Seen any beautiful paths filled with cats on…
My dear reader,
If you could change the world with a drop of ink, would you?
Because if all the ink I have left is the blood flowing in my veins, then I’ll tell a story till they find my drained corpse on the floor.
Despite my resolve, the uncertainties still cause my fingers to shake and my mind to be clouded with doubt.
I don’t know what came over me to write this letter. I don’t even know if this will get anywhere. However, if by chance, someone is reading this—if you are reading this… well, these words would serve as my last. Quite unfortunate, I would say. But then again, is there really any point in telling you? After all, humans couldn’t care less when it comes to the well-being of people they do not know.
The young boy knew he had lost but that didn’t stop him from running. From a distance, he could hear the sounds of fake and obnoxiously high-pitched gunshots gaining upon him. He made the careless mistake of looking back while sprinting, causing his legs to trip over one another and send him flat onto the muddy ground.
By Jaclyn Heng Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Here’s hoping that everyone is busy making great memories - whether it is spending quality time with family, going for a night…
It’s that time of the year again. Every shopping mall you enter, every radio station you tune in to, the usual merry tone of Jingle Bells will be playing through the speakers.
Christmas is a time to gather for a potluck with family and friends, a time to return back to our hometowns to bask in the familiar comfort and warmth that only family somehow emanates. A time to unwind and relax, indulge in some good food (trust me, nobody cares about their diet plans at this point) and some Christmas treats!
At the stroke of midnight, his watch started to beep. With a mild exasperation, David Arthur decided to abandon his task to cross over to the desk where his belongings lay.
The laboratory was dark - well, except his workspace. Under the fluorescent lights, he looked into a microscope to examine the tiny viral organism he had been researching for the past several months. It was an odd little thing. Both airborne and waterborne, it was contagious to both humans and animals. The virus had an acidic quality to it - after numbing your whole body, it would proceed to corrode all your internal organs. Though the incubation period was insidiously unpredictable, symptoms may include black blood oozing from every pore and bodily cavity. If not, there would be a show of nausea and fever that could potentially kill you.
I never knew why she insisted on sunflowers.
I used to think that it was because of Vincent van Gogh; the whole yellow paint and happiness spiel that she was so enthralled with. I knew that she used to paint because she loved his paintings. When I was younger, I watched her in the alcove of our living room, using the windowsill as an easel. She never used a palette, instead she mixed acrylic paints on the back of her hands and on her arms. The tubes of blue, yellow, and white paints ran out the quickest. She would put white paint on top of everything she drew, when the first coat of paint was still wet.
23:59 Fashion Drama was an event formed by Sunway University’s year three Communication students specializing under Public Relations. The event’s purpose was to combine fashion and drama in order to send a strong message about global warming and it’s irreversible consequences. In fact, even the name of the event, 23:59, symbolizes that we are reaching the end and therefore must “reset the clock” before the next minute strikes.
A single beam of sunlight streamed in through the rectangular slit of the window and illuminated my hands as I smoothed the large blueprint over the collapsible table, quietly savouring the lack of crinkles.
It’s that time of the year where Sunway’s clubs and societies are appreciated for their hard work and their achievements throughout the year. Yes, Sunway had just organized their very own Clubs and Societies Recognition Awards Ceremony 2019! All of the clubs and societies are joined together and gathered on the 20th of November 2019 in JC 2 hall to celebrate their efforts.
