Assilem = Em

Starring on by the reflection on glasses piece, Seeing a face brace with a cheerful cheese, In real you are but full with tears, Life is however going by the double deals. On the cloud by the first class grade, Cuddle on the bed by your baby breeze,  Joyful tears greet over those little fragile eye, Those were days embraced by the angel like. Make a hand toss over your master piece, Lay on the bed like a broken tile, Grieving by the hands of a depart soul, Those were days tramped by the devil howl. Life is an equal for every life being,  As pacing and facing kept your life going, Noted the value and return that it sell,   A step in heaven leads a foot to hell.

Have I mentioned I like photographs too? The reasons behind, photographs help to capture things that is beyond words expression, for instance a country that i couldn't but fall in love -- Scotland. There is a saying, picture speak a thousand words, and I couldn't be more agree with it. Here is the Scotland that i seen through my lens. I will definitely return again.

Perhaps it is just a celebration like no other, Or maybe a fierce battle that couldn't be bother? Perhaps cheerful claps create the bound, Or maybe combat houses flee on the ground? Perhaps fireworks that create the light, Or maybe massive bombing leads the bright? Perhaps marching band hitting with the beat, Or maybe warriors sword that is clashing heat?  Perhaps it is just a common rain with cooling breeze, Or maybe the mother earth that has whipping for peace.

Little Susie gifted with a pet, That little pet named Janet. Last year i was leaving on a jet, Oh, I had never regret. Janet is a playful cat, But she never handy with rat. Study abroad indeed life-long best, Oh, I had never regret. Instead Janet got a little fat, Like a fluffy balloon ready to be set. Knowing now i would be in huge debt, Oh, I had never regret. Still little Susie loves her cat, Janet was the only gift she ever get. Tough path shall pursuit me on test, Oh, I would never regret.

So here I am seating on my own, Flipping over the old post that I used to own, Laugh as I was the very own, Sadden by the fool that I used to own, Seems nothing going to change past that has been own. So I shall fold my past into a box, Of full of emotion this Pendora box, But I shall never forget this little box, Nor I will never loosen my very Pendora box, There would be a day it would appear as joyful box. So I pack myself again, Tighten up my feeling once again, Figure to find myself again, Under those words and poem once again, And thicken myself to re-run this blog all over again.