Them and Me.

I write these words, hoping to have a therapeutic transaction between us. Them and me. Them—the words—to go away, and me: to move a step closer to more steps ahead. I tell myself, “I write for myself.” Yet these steps are a never-ending stretch of fatigue and the thought of you reading this, quickens my pace. So is the work of those enthralled with words…or so I hope.


limitless combinations.

I look at a bustling street to realise:

never will
the same people be
at the same place
as once.

and I
can’t help but wonder:

isn’t this telling of
the lives we’re living?

a few steps here or
a few steps there
and my life is a new life
and your life, too,



p.s. wrote that last night. just random stuff.
oh & last exam left. back to frequent blog posts soon!


you go, won’t be
what is no longer
and yet every time
you try to find that
never will 
feel dearer. 
For what
the ache
is worth



A Grade Talk.

Hi. How you doing? Hope you’re feeling awesome. ❓

So I’ve began to write not knowing what to write, and instead depending on this teeny notion that perhaps a good ol’ blabber session would seem something like you’d be more than happy to read. Shall I presume I am right in this belief remains, yet, to be seen. Teehee. 🙄

Anyway. I know I haven’t write in a while and I know I say that every time like it’s become an un-offical official intro but I really shouldn’t be letting this bond between punctual posts and me break into sad, unfixable pieces. It isn’t right and I’m responsible but I’m also set to give some insanely hectic A Level exams in about a month and just looking at the date right now gave me goosebumps. Thus, you can imagine my lack of presence on SoP, I hope.

On the matter of what’s new, I’ve had some recent rethinking on the importance of grades and as a result, frustrations of the typical education system(s) that are more like conveyor belts through hell. And I don’t mean to whine like this is the number 1 issue we face because oh God, the world’s got an entire plater of problems as it is but, eh, can’t help thinking!

Seriously though, the idea of “results define your future” is intended as a great way to encourage you but instead, it ends up doing more damage due to the way society tends to heighten it beyond belief. I mean, there is nothing wrong in trying to do (and be) the best in whatever it is you set out to do and in fact, you SHOULD be doing just that no matter if it is obliged or expected from you. I don’t mind that, AT ALL.

What I do mind is just the intensity with which I personally have spent the last, say, 8 months of my life feeling as though I am on a ladder, continuously climbing and climbing to a place I am told will open the doors to my future. And so, this sort of smudges the good intention of “just trying your best”, in favour of highlighting the tension and chaos and exhaustion that comes with wanting to have the “best grades”. You just phase out into this state of fixating your future and happiness ONLY to a bunch of alphabets and that shouldn’t be the case. You shouldn’t have to depend on a piece of paper to validate your worth or even have the world be eager enough to equate it directly to YOU, as a person.

Surely, no system of “education” would be considered “educational” were it to preach such values, would it?


And remember:

Too much of anything is good for nothing.


Until next time,

Figured Out.

Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.
― Edward Abbey

perhaps uncertainty is not so foreign after all
and we remain determined in proposing
that you and I reside in a place far more
orderly but look around to see the crowds,
a messed-up mass of people voicing this
confusion to sound all normal, like lying
to ourselves has become so supremely
human that you and I abide to those who

rise above others
proclaim beyond measure:

“we’ve got it all figured out.”

oh we, practitioners of delusion,
have perfected our methods, at last. 


p.s.  featured image is the
 japanese symbol for ‘truth’


The best of surprises are people.

When you are given a reason not to despair for they’re there to be around you, now and perhaps for how ever long forever lasts. You are known by them and together, you, all of you, are as though no other. As if the word “belong” could only be defined on that day, when you and them, defined what it meant to be inseparable. Remember how the world seemed to fit together like there was no need for you to go on any longer, not without your desires, held in your hands and then their hands, mending you, but really just mending each other.

Such palms of such content people.
Nothing could make this any better.

But who knew nothing was all you’d be left with.


The worst of surprises are people.


A Self Reminder.

Be fierce for your betterment but better yet;
 be fierce for the betterment of others.

 And if you must tire and stumble,
be certain that gravity too,
could act against itself to lift you up;
only if the audacity to not stay fallen, 
o v e r s h a d o w s
those bruised knees 

your battered self. 

 You must walk for those can not walk,
yet dream of it.


p.s. the header photo’s a drawing for my Facebook project where “I draw every day for 1 year” called Story of Progression.
That one was DAY 134. 🙂


Oh we still are frightened children;
pulling the blankets a little higher and putting down our heads on legs, ones that shiver with the thought of what awaits us.

No bedside lamp for this dark, to stop the shapes from becoming monsters, we are sword-less but shrieking in whimpers for help. And the world seems to become so much larger once you breathe a little faster, and slowly the warmth goes away just as you begin to wonder when light was last seen by your eyes.

But as the sun decides to save you, you realise;
fear should never have had become our residence,
not when we had a room, in a home with blankets to protect us for when the lights go out.


So we get out of bed, trembling,
but eventually meant to be

 o k a y 

until it begins all over again.