I am pretty sure that everyone is familiar with what I am about to say, as anyone who has even

Malam ini sunyi sepi. Tiada suara yang menemani diriku, selain daripada kicauan unggas yang bernyanyi-nyanyi di sebalik kegelapan malam ini.

What is my purpose? What is it all for? I couldn’t rid myself of the questions that were gushing through my mind. What if pain exists without purpose? What if the only reason we desire happiness as much as we do is because it’s unattainable? How could I regain control over my life if I couldn’t even control my thoughts?
I’m just an ordinary human being trying to figure life out but if you stumble upon this, I write this hoping to find solidarity in solitude and company in building our realities.

Beep.. Beep.. Beep  Seven AM was displayed on my alarm clock.   I felt so unmotivated to wake up for

I used to skip every three steps and incorporate the number into all of my usernames. Even in rankings and competitions, three was often a familiar presence. It was inexplicable, though my fate with the number three was crystal clear.
Three had long been my favoured number, until it glared back at me from a test sheet, embellished with red ink by my professor’s hand.
Twenty-plus fateful years, and yet I found myself betrayed on the most crucial day. Ten joyful years of academic ease but I sensed the grave had been dug, ready for my downfall since day one. Now, three epitomises my failure, one for which I’ve never prepared a manual for.

Back in 2022, I went back to Malaysia to visit my family. It had been two years and a lot

Another day another unproductive scavenging run as you head back with your 4-man unit back to your hideout. You gave