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It’s been a decade since I lost you. Each day I move on from you, each day I forget a piece of you. As much as I want to remember, you’re not here to remind me of your walk and the way you talk. All I can do is reminisce the days I had with you and try to keep you alive in my brain.  

I see so many people with their father’s on this specific day. With you gone, I find myself looking for you in people. I look at these people and think to myself that maybe your characteristics lie in these people that I’m close to? Who else should I look for to replace you?  

Why did you have to go, father? Why did you leave me prematurely? You could’ve lived longer and see the growth of your own daughter. You’re no longer in this world and you’ll forever be the age of 36. 

Now as I grow older and wiser with my cluttered brain, I find that it’s so hard to remember who you once were to me. Each day that goes by is an indicator  of old and bittersweet memories with you. The more I live on, the more I forget about you for verily every human will benefit from a reminder and today is that day that reminds me the most of you.  

Today is the day that makes me remember you but only your name and nothing else. I can’t remember the voice that echoes through the house when you come home or the voice or the jokes you made. You are but a distant vision I have and will always have for the rest of my life. I can see your silhouette at the end of this tunnel but I am nowhere near it.  

It feels like you’re just a stranger to me now, like a passerby I met on the street. I have no idea who you are anymore even with all these photo albums of you. It frustrates me that I never had so much time with you from the beginning. I don’t know who you are yet your name is tattooed in mine.  

Maybe to me now, knowing you isn’t having to put a voice on your face or knowing the sounds of your laugh and sneezes but already having your name imprinted onto mine , you are me and I am you. Whatever I do everyday, you’re in my blood. I am an incarnation of your blood that’s been moulded, just like my mother. You are my heartbeat and every breath. 

Maybe you’re not so far after all. Possibly I do know and you’re not much of a stranger as I thought you once were. All I know now is that I can’t wait meet you again, my father.  


Tunku Muhammad

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I can see it. I’m almost there. Just a little farther and I’ll reach the summit.

Fatigue takes its toll on my limbs, but I hold on to the jagged rock like my life depends on it. I’d better hurry. There’s no way I’ll give up after coming this far. Mustering the last of my strength, I haul myself up on to the smooth outcrop.

I made it! I can’t believe I did it!

All of a sudden, I hear a rumble. My head whips towards the direction of the sound. The only thing I see is the glare of the sun’s rays. It’s so bright it hurts. I squeeze my eyes shut instinctively, and that’s when everything goes wrong.

The mountain begins to tremble and shake. I lose my footing and feel my body pitching forward as I plummet to the ground. A gust of wind rushes through my ears, whispering my demise. I keep falling and falling. It scares me, but I don’t know what to do, so I hold my breath and wait for the impact –

But … nothing.

I blink a couple of times, squinting in the bright fluorescent lights of the kitchen.

A dark shadow suddenly looms over me, blocking out the light. Soon, my eyes become accustomed to the brightness.

“Are you alright?”

I stare at my father’s face, then nod my head. I turn my attention to the cookie jar that’s now out of reach and point a stubby finger at it.

“You want a cookie?”

I nod again. My father sets me down on the floor before reaching for the cookies. He opens the jar, takes one out and hands it to me.

“Don’t do that again, okay?”

I grin and munch on my cookie as I walk away.

By, Anonymous

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Holding a bouquet of pink roses in my arms, I continue walking down a quiet and soggy path. The strong fragrance of flowers is mixed with the smell of earth after the rain. My heart is beating rapidly that I wonder whether if I have an arrhythmia. Laughing at my own silly thoughts, my mind wanders to that person who made me who I am today.
He who always came home late. Yet listened to my rambling for hours, with a gentle expression.
He who always reprimanded my mistakes. One hand with a rattan stick, one look that sent shivers down my spine.
He who always sneakily stole my snacks. The cause of frequent quarrels in our daily lives.
He who always abided by my side. As we’re both victims to mother’s nagging.
He was a friend, teacher, sibling and partner-in-crime. Most importantly, a father whom I loved and missed dearly.
The wind breeze tickles my nose and I sneeze loudly, which snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Eww, stay away from me. I don’t want your germs and snot on me.”
“Oh, shut it, it’s just a cough reflex! You know I’m not even sick. Besides, even if you do get sick, you got me right here.”
I roll my eyes at my younger brother who is standing beside me with an obvious look of disgust on his face.
“How am I gonna trust you when you were laughing by yourself like a mad scientist just now. How creepy.”
“Hey, what are you implying!”
He snorts at me while I punch him lightly on his arms. When we arrive, I face a familiar grey tombstone and place the flowers in front of it. With my brightest smile, I whispered softly,
“It’s been a while, dad.”

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A sudden hard knock on the door broke the silence. Our hearts skipped a beat; we were hoping to hear good news. It was one of Dad’s friends. Mom was perplexed by his presence. Then, a figure approached from behind, walking with a monotonous beat. It was Dad. Both of his legs were somehow…artificial. Depression mixed with happiness flooded our emotions.

Dad and his friend told us everything that night. What happened, who died, his legs… everything that happened in the war. Dad was lucky enough to survive multiple shots from the enemy, leaving huge wounds on his legs so severe that the only option was to amputate them. However, Dad was given a special set of bionic legs from the military for his honorary bravery.

That night, I kept thinking about my Dad. How committed was he towards his job; upholding at his best serving the country. He once said to me, “I hate every second of war, but I will never be satisfied until victory is achieved.” Those words echoed in my mind.



Dad told my mom and me to hide in the basement. I could barely hear the last word when another explosion came. At some point, I saw Dad holding a gun in his bare hands.

A few minutes passed and the whole place was filled with silence. Then, the main door banged open and in a split second I could hear gunshots fired. Then, I saw Dad. He was sitting against the wall, looking very weak. I approached him, aware that all enemies were dead. Dad’s body was bloody and bullet holes pierced his chest. In his faintest voice ever, he managed to say “Be strong…”. His eyes then closed slowly.

HE was a true hero. He is my hero.



Japanese Culture Week 2018

The Japanese Culture Week, held for three consecutive days from the 9th of April 2018 was culminated in a great success. “The purpose of the event is to promote and showcase the beauty of Japanese culture.” The president of Japanese Cultural Society, Choong Qi Ying believed that this event could act as a platform for students to demonstrate a sense of appreciation for the culture.



“Every single element is the highlight of the event, which contributes to the success of the event.” She added with great reassurance that the essence of the Japanese Culture was well portrayed throughout the event.


Many students were greatly attracted to the free Yukata try on in the atrium. A Yukata is a traditional Japanese costume, and unlike the Kimono, it is made from cotton or polyester and is more casual and intended for use during the summer. Much fascination was surrounded on watching the event helpers dress willing students in the Yukata as the process appeared to comprise of several complicated steps.


“I fell in love with the Japanese culture since I was little and at first it is because of the food. As time goes by, I gradually learnt more than just about food and that’s when I adore everything about Japan.” The Vice President of Japanese Cultural Society, Amanda Wong revealed how she began to marvel at the enticing Japanese culture which eventually became a part of the tribute to her passion for this event.


Despite every ounce of success, a  shortage of manpower was a big hurdle encountered. Moreover, Qi Ying admitted that the events had to be brought forward owing to the clashing with other events in IMU. This led to an unforeseen reduction in time for preparation and planning for the event. Despite the odds stacked against them, the team managed to succeed and everyone was satisfied with the outcome of their hard work. Seeing the students indulge in the games, the origami session, the Yukata try on as well as the crowd-madding performance collectively was the greatest accomplishment for them.


According to Amanda, politeness is the major learning point that we Malaysians should pick up from the Japanese. Besides being affectionate for their culture, learning and appreciating their positive culture on a daily basis is important for the sake of self-improvement.


Written by Jackie

Edited by Emlynne


A ball is a magical night when girls and boys dress up in fancy, flowing gowns and well-fitting tuxedos and make memories (usually by means of a front camera) which they will cherish for the rest of their lives.


This year, IMU Ball 2018: Le Rêverie was organised by an enthusiastic student committee in hopes that both the students and staff of IMU would seize this opportunity and get a well deserved break from their busy university and working life. The event was held at DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel in Kuala Lumpur on 23rd of March 2018, and themed ‘Alice in Wonderland’. The ballroom was filled with bright flowers and petals, exquisite decorations and other Wonderland-style flourishes that added to the experience of transporting ball-goers to Carroll’s fictional world.



The evening commenced with the emcees inviting onto the stage Mr. Chan Jie Yong, President of IMU Ball 2018, Mr. Eric Ngu and Ms. Chow Wai Hoong, Vice Presidents of IMU Ball 2018, and Mr James and his colleagues as representatives from AK Group Holdings, the main sponsor of the event, for an opening ceremony. This was then followed by a brief welcoming speech by the president. He stated that the idea of making IMU Ball 2018 a social event for both students and staff, for the first time, allowed them to interact and engage with one another in a more relaxed setting. He also expressed his gratitude to all sponsors, especially AK Group Holdings, and to all members of IMU staff, all the committees, as well as all the students and lecturers for supporting this event and making it a success.


The real fun began when Elixir and Singaholics performances, their melodious tune adding to the atmosphere. This was followed by a performance by Jacky, a talented pianist from BM1/16, whose expression captivated  the audiences, after which, a dance team led by IMU students concluded the performances of the evening.


To further spice up the night, the nominees for prom king, prom queen, best couple and best dressed, were invited to interact with the attendees. Each of them participated in small games and funny punishments to win over the guests.

The lucky draw was definitely a session no one wanted to miss! Everyone was eager to see who would win the grand prizes: an iPad mini, an ASUS laptop and an HP Inkjet printer. The excitement and anticipation grew in the ballroom as the emcees drew number after number; it was a heart-warming scene to see the students and staff interacting so freely with each other.

The night came to an end as the winners were announced for each category. The hard work that the organizing committee had put in since November of 2017 had finally paid off, in the form of a whimsical evening, which carried everyone to Carroll’s famous Wonderland.

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IMU Ball 2018: Le Rêverie organizing committee is signing off now. Hope to see you all next year.

Congratulations to all the winners:

Prom Queen: Eunice Tang Jia Lin (ME 1/17)

Prom King: Chan Chun Fai (DT 1/16)

Best Couple: Kor Win Sheng (ME 1/16) and How Suet Yuet (ME 1/16)

Best Dressed, Female: Yong Kha Ern (ME 2/16)

Best Dressed, Male: Shamir Das (PS 2/15)


Written by: Eddy Yii & Yuki Lee

Edited by: Prina Singh & Emlynne

Photo credits: IMU BALL 2018: Le Rêverie Facebook Page

IMU Live is one of the biggest events held in IMU and acts as a platform for students to showcase their talents through different kinds of performances. This competition often encourages students to step out of their comfort zones and display their artistry to a large audience.


On the 16th of March, IMU LIVE! 2018 was held, and it was a smashing success! As the audience members took their seats and the lights became dim, the excitement in the auditorium grew, as did the anticipation of the beginning of the event.

At 7:30, the emcees introduced the event to the audience, explaining that there would be singing and dancing as well as band performances. They also gave acknowledgement to the four clubs that organised the event: the Dance Club, the Music Club, the Choir Club, and the Editorial Board, after which they introduced the judges of the competition, who are immensely talented themselves: Ian, the President of the Music Club and a previous winner of IMU LIVE; Kalok, who has his own YouTube channel and is also the Event Manager of the Music Club; and Akiko, the Vice President of the Dance Club and a member of Infires (the IMU Dance Crew). The emcees then announced the prizes: RM200 for 3rd place, RM300 for 2nd place, and RM500 for 1st place! The emcees then decided to put the hyped-up audience out of their misery and call onto the stage the first performer, thus, starting the competition.

The performances were judged on preparation, delivery or quality, stage presence, creativity and on the performance as a whole. After all the performances, the audience members were asked to vote, and these votes had a 40% weighting factor.

The three winners were: in 3rd place, Stefan New, a mostly self-taught pianist, who beautifully performed Unravel on the piano, which the judges thought was “really, really amazing”; in 2nd place Jackie Thien, also on the piano, made the judges “see their childhood come to life,” with a remarkable Disney-inspired performance; and in 1st place was a rap and beatboxing duo called Pandan Serai, consisting of Alex Yusof and Krish Sajnani, who masterfully dissed our beloved cafeteria (and even our university), an upbeat performance which made the judges want to dance.

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The judges and audience members loved each of the three winning performances, however every single person who performed at IMU LIVE was a winner in their own right.


Written by: Prina Singh

Photos credits: IMU Live 2018 facebook page

For more photos and videos: IMU Live 2018 facebook page

On the 21st of March 2018, the IMU Pharmacy Students Association (IPSA) was finally brought to life after years of tireless efforts. A launching ceremony initiated by the dean of pharmacy, A/Prof Mohd Zulkefeli, saw approximately 50 pharmacy students in congregation to celebrate this monumental milestone. Vice President of IPSA, Yuki, states that this association had been in the making for the past several years, with students Ooi Zi Qian BP113, Thum Enn Yi BP113, Grace Lee BP114, Emily Chai BP114, Mai Ya Zhe BP114, Brian Tay BP114, Kuan Hui En BP115, Tan Shin Thong BP215 and Lovy Le Er BP116 being the main architects who dedicated their time and energy into making this idea a reality. Ultimately, IPSA aims to unite all pharmacy students within IMU, and aims to give students a platform to foster their teamwork, networking, leadership and professionalism within the field of pharmacy all through this one entity.


Members of this association will gain the privilege of exploring career opportunities and will receive the benefit of participating in activities both within and outside of the university. On a larger scale, the unified front of IPSA hopes to fuel confidence in students participating in the annual activities and competitions hosted by the Malaysian Pharmacy Students Association (MYPSA).This will be the first year IMU Pharmacy students will partake in MYPSA as part of an association, and IPSA aims to catapult IMU to higher rankings in these competitions. All in all, IPSA with its myriad of benefits is a great place to lay your foundation as a future pharmacist.


Written by,

Emlynne (Head Reporter of IMU Editorial Board)

Photo credit: IPSA Facebook page

Everyone knows that pregnant women aren’t supposed to drink. Some bars won’t even serve a mother-to-be. Such precautions are taken out of respect and responsibility for the unborn child about to enter the world. We see this in the media – a once social drinker politely refusing a drink, smiling and saying “I’m not drinking, I’m pregnant”, receiving a series of “oohs” and “aahs” by an awed audience. Perhaps this predictable scene speaks to the miracle of life which gives cause for celebration. More often than not, the choice to abstain from alcohol is exactly that – a choice. No one is forcing them to trade in that relaxing glass of wine for orange juice – it is a personal, maternal decision, the first true act of selflessness.

When this choice is regarded as a novelty and the mother does not exercise self-restraint, the consequences can be fatal. The transfer of alcohol through the umbilical cord to the developing fetus can result in what are known as fetal alcohol spectrum disorders, or FASDs whose symptoms range from irreversible physical to mental to behavioural abnormalities (abnormal facial features, learning disabilities, intellectual deficit, hyperactive behaviour etc) or even death (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). The most common of the fetal alcohol spectrum disorders is known as foetal alcohol syndrome (FAS), a condition in which the child is born with problems with their central nervous system, and have issues in both the academic and social aspects of school. Such aberrations can be prevented with the complete abstinence from alcohol consumption during pregnancy. Simple enough, right?

There are many reasons why a mother-to-be may choose to continue drinking during pregnancy. Considerable duress, addiction or even being unaware of the developing embryo due to an unplanned pregnancy all may factor into such decisions, but the consequences are severe. Then again, is it not the personal choice of the individual whether she can or cannot consume just a glass of wine or pint of beer now and then during the 9 month period? Is it not her body and thus her decision to make?

The severity of the FASDs and the utter unfairness to the newborn child has resulted in propositions that a law should be put in place to criminalize substance abuse by pregnant women. In passing such a bill, the concept of personal autonomy is painstakingly cast aside in an effort to provide the child with the best possible quality of life, free from unnecessary bullying and lifelong frustrations.

This calls into question that extent to which the mother is responsible for the child’s life and the extent to which she is free to make her own decisions. On one hand, the child is a helpless, innocent being, wholly dependent and completely at the mercy of his/her human host and hence the substances being consumed, but on the other hand the mother is an independent individual who has the legal rights to chug some beer or enjoy a cigarette after a stressful day if she so chooses. Unfortunately, the outcome for both of these considerations are mutually exclusive.

Countries which favour the former over the latter will incarcerate or impose punitive legal actions against such women. In the U.S, three states – Alabama, South Carolina and Tennessee have criminalized substance abuse during pregnancy. Others will turn a blind eye and silently pray for the developing fetus. Often there are no specific laws regarding this matter, however many states have been reported to prosecute women for substance abuse.

We now call into question the role of healthcare professionals in all this. They are the ones who will be most likely to detect significant substance abuse, especially addiction, in pregnant women either via trusting patients who confide in them or simple biomedical tests. They should thus be trained in the way to approach such patients regarding their substance abuse and be able to communicate the unique requirements of pregnant women to improve perinatal and neonatal outcomes. Like they say, education is the best way to break the cycle, and information regarding the severe adverse effects of substance abuse during pregnancy will likely appeal to most mothers to be. Ultimately, I believe this training is the most important large scale change that should be made, rather than the focus on legalities.

As much as we like to think that the laws that govern us are steadfast and the people in our community are law-abiding citizens, the contrary may be true. No one can force a person to start or stop doing something, for the long term anyway. In this case, it is in the best interests of both the mother and the unborn child for the mother to receive a basic medical education on substance abuse and its impacts, and simply leave her to make her decision, because in the end, she’s going to be the one that makes it anyway.

-Sabrina Tee

Gratitude and Happiness. As profound as it sounds. What is gratitude and how do you express it? Does having to feel gratitude make you cherish happiness? Ask yourself how many times have you actually cherished the happiness you felt or does it happen in a blink of an eye and you forget about it the very next moment attuning into your frenzied lifestyle. Are gratitude and happiness two different elements or are they interconnected? What are your thoughts?

We live in urban cities, where the whole notion of balance is a challenge. Pollution, traffic, competition, pressure to be successful, shortage of time, and other facets seem to domineer our lives. In all this, how do even find the time for stillness and peace let alone cherishing gratitude and happiness. The time when life was more easy-going and natural in pace sometimes seems like a fairy-tale of the vintage days. It is wishful thinking to imagine going back to that idyllic momentum of life in a modern city, but the good news is we can all develop these fundamental values and qualities in leading a good life.

We are a species which probably has the greatest capacity to reckon the past and also perceive a future, and the very nature of those two qualities battles against our desire to be present in the modern life as we are all preoccupied running primarily for the fulfilment of our material needs. By incorporating elements of gratitude and happiness into our daily routine would make our true nature which is to be present shine allowing us to connect with all making our everyday life more rewarding.

I have the impression that nature opens its doors, inviting us to capture every moment. Where do we find those inspiring moments in life to see the beauty surrounding us, beckoning us to share in the subtle joy? For instance, you go to a party or a wedding and feel so happy meeting your friends and family reuniting with them. You celebrate your surroundings, indulge in small talks, have fun, you live for the moment and when the party ends you bid farewell and then life heads on to the usual loop of busy hours till the next engaging event comes up. Or you go on a vacation with your family spend abundance of time indulging in happiness and fun and then reality hits you and there you are back at work, feeling despondent going through the photos taken during the vacation and scrolling your newsfeed reminiscing the happy moments and feeling the void. You would have spent the best time of your life at an occasion but thereafter you had to move on from it as life comes in forms of shade and shine.

Reminiscing memories absent in the present makes your heart frown. Immediately your attention suffuses to the agony of your present and your mind begins to think that life would be better if you were at the place you wished you could be. What if someone tells you that without a tinge of subdued past thoughts you could feel happy now and here by cherishing your present. Going with the flow of the modern world, given a device which could hoard your joyous moments for eternity and having access to them at your liberty as if u could keep those moments close to you and never let it go. Treasure it. Travel with it. Would you want it? Apparently, this device exists not in the form of a priced gadget but is your very own compassionate heart which has been gifted to you by nature. To be able to recognize and tap the hidden potential of the genuine heart to bring out the happiness in you while being present is the ultimate challenge.

How much time do we take to appreciate the little things in life which is around us is a question every individual should ponder on. Do u remember yourself as a young child leading a carefree and contended life showing receptiveness to the positivity around you? You gave more attention to the things that made you smile and feel happy. A small gesture of your mother birthed a smile on your face. As an adult now, do you even take a moment to look into your parent’s eyes feeling grateful for what they feel for you? As a parent, do you take the time to see your child’s eyes when it yearns for your smile? Why have we surrendered these qualities upon transitioning into adulthood is a question to wonder. Being grateful is a beautiful way to learn to appreciate the wonder of life. It shows in your eyes. Hence, here is something you can do to light the spark in the eyes of those who have grown old at heart: Make a Gratitude Jar. Pick any jar in your home and decorate it to make it special. Let it be your own creation. Start writing gratitude notes on small papers and drop them in the jar.

It is a note on a small piece of paper where you express something for which you are thankful.

It can be a moment in the sun, a good laugh with a buddy, a beautiful flower on the street, the shape of a cloud, your favourite dessert, or a kind gesture to someone. Take the time to appreciate it, to smile and to say, “Thank you”. You can draw, write a poem, or scribble a few words on your paper. With time, your family and the people around you will be curious. Speak to them about gratitude and wonder and tell them that abundance of research has been done to imply that being grateful heightens your well-being and invite them to drop their own gratitude notes in your jar whenever they wish.

Then observe! Look at their eyes when they drop the paper in the jar. Then, choose a special time to open the jar and read the notes. Wonderful memories will come. You can open it when someone is feeling a little low as you invite this person to sit with you to read a few notes. It will bring a smile to their face. Happiness is all around you it is how much effort you take to see it. By connecting your senses to your heart, you shall embrace the happiness around you and feel it within you.

– Amutha Aruvi Kaniamuthan