human(s), only.

in what way can you tell

from a person's laugh and eyes

that (s)he is really human?

from the way (s)he stares

what words (s)he chooses to utter

how human can one be?

from those carved smiles

to the little twitches of the noses

and those twinkle in the eyes

are you human?

from the way your arms move

the loudness of your voice

the slight whimper of your breath

can you be human?

from the way you walk and the

way you stand

from the way you hold my hands

the way you kiss 

the way you please

are you human, for me?

ah but there is only one way

to tell if one is human

if we can see the heart

and the functions of the other's brain

surely we can tell

if there is indeed a human

living in that attractive shell.

p.s: over-rated.

little blue birds

those little blue birds

innocent they look

spew nasty words

of wisdom

those little blue birds

carefree flying

always moving

never stopping

those little blue birds

fast and agile

always current

never a burden

those little blue birds

they see and hear

they chirp and leer

and they also jeer

those little blue birds

they tell the truth

hardly lying

not always compromising

those little blue birds

the little bullets of death

masked by structure

or lack thereof

those little blue birds

they change things

all around,

all the way

those little blue birds.

p.s: even the littlest things change you.

so much for a poem.

take my hand and come with me

to a place we both have never been

where i heard the grass is green

the air is free

the water's fresh 

and full with fish

don't you want to tag along

and go to a place where we both belong

together forever and all those ding-dongs

where we'll sing love songs all night long

this poem may be rubbish to people

but it's the best one i can think of

the structure's not there

the rhymes doesn't fair

i am not a writer

just another dreamer, caught in reality's lair

so forgive me if this poem is nothing

compared to Shakespeare, Po and Kipling's

but what i can do

is write what i feel

this poem best describes how i feel

tired, stressed, loved, and complicated

and whatever it is in between

oh! wait. 

i thought this poem's about going

going to places where 

where? what?

where dreams exist and reality doesn't

oh wait.

i already am at the place.

it's all in my head.

all these while, all along, in that tiny space.

p.s: this is how i feel right now : crazy.

#notetoself

i have or had, plenty of things to write but i have or had been preoccupied lately with things that i have ignored you, oh-blog, to the extend that you are now so dusty and neglected. life's been fuckin hectic and yes as usual, as the semester draws to a close, all the assignments are piling and the lecturers all want them in one go. how exciting is that?!

in another unrelated point, people should just stop and think more. i should do this more. instead of being irrational, we should think and stop and stare and think. get me? instead of occupying our minds about other people that we don't actually like, why don't we think of happy thoughts instead, or thoughts of people that make us happy? i mean, there really is no point in getting stressed out about other people when we have ourselves to care for. 

i should practice saying things i really mean to people instead of talking behind their backs. oh yes, i do this too. 

if it is of other people's business and not of yours, please don't be so nosy about. it really isn't nice or cool being nosy about things. stop procrastinating. it's not good. always adhere to the original deadline. 

oh i once was talked for throwing all my emotional rubbish on Twitter. i have stopped (kinda) doing that but it seems other people are following my footsteps. so interesting, right? it's interesting to me as well that some people keep talking trash and being angry at other people for other people's faults but actually, in reality, those people are doing the same thing. funny right?

i think we should just all live in our own bubbles for sometime, or increase more of "me-time" instead of being  bound to something. and we should all once-in-awhile stop being so unnecessarily judgmental and stigmatize people and discriminating them. we're humans after all, we all have our faults. 

i know saying bad things about others behind their backs is a natural thing to do but i think we should all tone down a bit yeah? and one more important thing, we should not make assumptions. ok, maybe we should to some extend but we should at least know the levels of our assumptions. making assumptions doesn't help in anything really. or much. so stop, or tone down a bit. 

and oh, stop stereotyping. it's not good for anyone. it doesn't do justice on anyone. 

p.s: #notetoself

(unsure of the title)

The night has a thousand eyes,
      And the day but one;
 Yet the light of the bright world dies
      With the dying sun.

 The mind has a thousand eyes,
      And the heart but one:
 Yet the light of a whole life dies
       When love is done

-Francis William Bourdillon

p.s: love, what would we be withoutit.

stories.

you know my stories

and i know yours

we're on the same page

but we have different stories

our chapters are long and short

but we have things in common

that no one else understands.

we share stories

you and me

of day and night

of friends and foes

of love and life.

i know your stories

and you know mine

we're on different pages

but we have the same stories

our lines are short and long

and we have different things

that some people may understand.

we keep secrets

you and me

of night and day

of foes and friends

of life and love.

i am a friend

i am an enemy

i am whoever you choose me to be.

you are a friend

you are an enemy

and you are whomever i choose you to be.

p.s: there's an inkling of hope.

poof!

all of these will be over.

none of them will matter, 

no longer.

p.s: stressed and my studies are slipping away.