a zine for teenage southeast asian creators
Kamusta! Alyssa Marie Gabutero is an eighteen-year-old Filipina who loves warmth and sunrises. She is a self-taught artist, and discovered her love for art through my crayon-drawn walls when she was a kid. She is fond of watercolor, but she is now exploring new mediums such as clay, gouache, oil paint, and even digital. She… Continue reading kalachuchi
"Girl in the Sun", "new shoes", "duck duck goose", "break time", "Ashore" Isabella Goh Shu-Xing is a lover of video games, drawing, and cats, despite being allergic. She had a childhood dream of becoming a scientist, but somehow ended up spending her Junior College days studying the humanities and immersed in her school's drama club… Continue reading Art: Isabella Goh Shu-Xing
As evinced from the pictures taken, Paw Yu Xin is a faithful and somewhat hopeless admirer of the golden hour. Photography makes her happy because it reaffirms to her the corporeal and beautiful, amidst the monotony that pervades a Singaporean student's life. She also enjoys poetry and sleeping in her free time.
"the corner of the room", "cooking necessities", "he wanders the same path", "routine", "commute" Maegan Tan studies Literary Arts at School of the Arts and enjoys listening to old music. She has learnt to capture the fleeting moments of adolescence, as well as the beauty of the world, in writing and photography.
By claudia chen the world will keep spinning and i’ll keep losing time going backwards looking for memories never formed
By Michelle Hou i will pluck a star to give you/wear in your hair, shine in your eyes,/lovers say
By Adelynn Wijaya The first spirit Serene stumbled upon was the girl under the weeping willow.
By Kimaya Bhuta the little girl, she sang to the screaming sky, hardly through the rubble, stars made of bombs, sparklers of salvo, her memory made of dreams.
By Pluto Mehan You imagine the rain, kerosene pouring from clouds, you imagine your tongue a lit match so you can die for love the way you always have
By leandre huang i raise a hand to your monarch print. you are the only semblance i have of what it means to be young.
Amber: The Teenage Chapbook 