Assilem = Em

Ass Back Home

2012-02-03T16:44:00.002+08:00

I don’t care what you’re after,
As long as I’m the one, no

I don’t care why you’re leaving,
You’ll miss me when you’re gone.

The One That Got Away

2011-12-22T02:57:00.001+08:00

Never a song that has pierce me this much. Every words, every line of lyrics, it leads me to someone that once I see it, as an apple of my eyes. Our friendship, it may goes complicated but it wasn't appears without sign. It is forbidden from the beginning itself. There is too many mistakes, too many barriers, too many sorry spoken. Still, I'm glad and couldn't ask more that I met you in this life.

"In another life, I will be your girl, we keep all the promises, be us against the world. In another life, I will make you stay, so I don't have to say your were the one that got away, the one that got away,"

Good bye, I will miss you dearly.

Hopefully I Wasn't Too Late.

2011-12-17T00:43:00.001+08:00

I seating alone by the window,

Pet by the moon light shadow.

My eyes has never been that swollen,

I have reach the point of fallen.

Desperately seeking comfort,

But there isn’t any suitable port.

If only I could meet your clone,

I wouldn’t have faced it alone.

I could still hear your whisper,

It has never gone my dear.

I still feel your touch,

Not supposed to miss you much.

The only way for us to unite,

Cut that selfishness with knife.

Yet here I’m standing still,

Mourn over the past that kill.

Millions thought racing in mind,

Chasing cars in my head.

Poor heart took the struggle,

Misery drop by giggle.

I begged for energy to run,

Start the journey of seeking fun.

Remove all the sins I worn,

Push for a new me to born.

You said nothing is impossible,

So stop making yourself terrible.

Forgive me being such ignorance,

Thank you for being tolerance.

There isn’t any time to waste,

Gear up for the challenge face.

Soon I will be all awake,

Hopefully I wasn’t too late.

Gasture Love

2011-12-16T01:41:00.000+08:00

Whenever you frustrated,
I'll have your eyes concentrated.

Whenever you tugged,
I'll have your ears hugged.

Whenever you pissed,
I'll have your mouth kissed.

Whenever you hushed,
I'll have your nose brushed.

Numeric path

2011-12-14T19:10:00.002+08:00

It takes one to die, second to grow.
It takes third to depart, forth to meet.
It takes fifth to reject, sixth to accept.
It takes seventh to endure, eighth to celebrate.
It takes ninth to begin but zero to end.

Gloom

2011-12-14T00:29:00.000+08:00

The air-condition blows autumn,

The ceiling fan turbo gust,

The four going sunken walls,

The rock alike single bed,

The night, I was gloom.

The yelling child next door,

The fixing sounds up floor,

The leaking rotten sink drops,

The angry horn busy streets,

The morning, I was gloom.

The office work table mess,

The frustrating hit on keypad,

The age’s long brain-storming,

The blank stare digital screen,

The afternoon, I was gloom.

The moody sky fall apart,

The angry thunders loudly howl,

The running man around alley,

The lazy steps as I march,

The evening, I was gloom.

A Story of Mine

2011-11-29T15:08:00.000+08:00

Dear all,

15 November 2010 was a memorable day to be,

There is these little girl begin its new journey.

As excitement and nervous tangled around her veins,

She makes her way to face her destiny.

CIS network that’s the place it called,

A place deep she knows she would learn and grow.

With that I hope I was given the most welcome,

Everyone in the house is my family now.

Today was her first official intro,

She cracks her head thinking how to start.

Since Journalism that is her major,

Therefore it is best to start with a little creative touch.

Greetings everyone my name is Melissa,

I am the newest members and perhaps the youngest too.

I used to study in TAR College,

But later on I earn my degree in Liverpool.

Born in January 4 1988,

I’m the eldest among my four siblings.

Kampar is my very own hometown,

But Shah Alam is the place I settle down.

Many might have wondering,

Was this journalist to-be has fall wrong place?

For that question I may reply,

Beneath the skin I know this is the place of mine.

I wrote that over 1 year and 15 days ago and that's the day I'm employed.

I'm back!!

2011-11-01T21:20:00.000+08:00

I opened an empty page,
while my brain stand at edge.
Shove myself a challenge,
see my head how far it could take.

Start off by blasting iTunes,
flows my ear drums with moisture.
My fingers warm up slightly late,
it clicks most backspace and delete.

Play a little with the music beat,
hopes to give my pulse a little heat.
Sing along with the latest hit,
may it inspire my thought a little bit.

I'm like a pen ran out of ink,
poor brain suffer to squeeze a wink.
Little by little my wills grow weak,
decide for an end before the peak.

Crap, this is bad... :-/

Come back, My Friends.

2011-08-18T01:38:00.001+08:00

I dedicate these emotion words,
For a friends to have lose his closest roots.
As now he is in the lowest mood,
May him find the light walking back the road.

The feeling of accepting a sudden departs,
Is like a dead knot that could break into parts.
You do pray it is just a bitter joke,
Reality tells it is a taboo that couldn't be provoke.

Curse you may for the hash life ground!
Cry as loud if that will cure your wound!
But when you done, come back my friends,
Because the journey needs you till the ends.

If I Die Young

2011-07-29T22:41:00.002+08:00

I have this sudden thought, what would have happen if I die young?
Have everything would turn into ashes?
Would that be any slight changes in the wide round world?
Will anybody would grief on my absent?
and there is many many questions running in my head...
But no worries, I guess hard life like me would have a very long life.
Simply couldn't help myself to question a little, as I listen to this song by The Band Perry.
It might be a rather sadden song, but love the way the lyrics driven.
Such beautiful song yet emotion touched.

Rubbish!

2011-07-13T00:03:00.000+08:00

What it is to be betrayed by the closest pal?

Does it burned like a living hell?

Does it pierced like hitting nail?

Have you crush by the devil’s tail?

Save the tears for a better deal,

He, simple doesn’t fit the bill,

Given you all the hard- hammer kill,

Rubbish! He wasn’t means to be real.

Bitter Voice

2011-06-29T00:44:00.001+08:00

Have I create as a million fool,
Or being just Your only cool?
Why would I to be in rotten ways,
If others could have swing the rays?

Have I create by a wizard touch,
Or a failure of Your lazy lush?
Why is that whenever I grow my roots,
If it means for me to trap my foots?

Have I create solely over yesterday joy,
Or to live like a future broken toy?
Why is even a humble life that I hope,
If is tight with an unreachable rope?

Have I create to finding an answer,
Or to be questions to the rest of the year?
Why if it means for me to be a trouble,
If would have been better as I was disable.

The Big Four!

2011-06-17T00:29:00.002+08:00

Oh yeah, pardon me for keeping the blog empty for some period, the fact that I have been kind of occupy as I recently shifted to a new 'nest'. Yeah the thing about moving to a new place, it somehow would rejuvenate one's feeling to have a brand new start, well same goes as me.

It took me a week to come out this to-do-list:

1. I desperately need to loose a few (well more then that) pounds as I have weight a ton ever since I started to work. So it is the best to pick up back some exercise like -- Swimming.

2. I have a (temporary) fully self occupied unit and all the new kitchen utensil. So that would be no excuse for me to start eating healthy by pass all the fattening meal I'm having now. Hence, gonna get back to my previous diet. ;-)

3. I need to pick up a new hobby! Perhaps self learn an extra language? Or get myself a little extra training for my self-claim genius baking and cooking skill? :-D

4. Since I would be preparing my own lunch, hence no more reasons for me to spent extra pence! So as always aim, save more (even more) money! For my debt, my 3 years later self-buy car and year end shopping vacation!

So that is the big four of my new lifestyle resolution. Wish me luck!

Call Me A Dilemma But That's The Way I Went.

2011-05-30T23:48:00.002+08:00

Sometime I do wish time could have give in a bend,
Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went.
If only a minute would have more then 60 second,
Cause there are so many to done yet so many left.

Sometime I do wish time could have give in a flash,
Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went.
If only my pocket would have sufficient cash,
Cause an empty porch often push you on test.

Sometime I do wish time could have give in a mild,
Call me a dilemma but that's the way I went.
If only holidays place me like a spoil child,
Cause pleasure moment may have be my only want.

Warwick Avenue

2011-05-26T23:11:00.003+08:00

I have a colleague that going to sign in his last month in the office. He entered even later then me, yet he took the guts to jump to his next stop. That, does let me puzzle for a second.

There are people said or more precisely I do believe, life is like a taking tube where you do hop on one station and down at the another and I dare said it would appears as the same to the rest of your life till you reach the last station. Knowing the fact, but it takes huge courage to really apply.

Problems is, there are time you do wish stay a little longer in a particular stop and you may didn't want the train to come. However, in reality, none of these stop means to be forever, not that till you reach your final destination.

Even if is hard as it is, you would still need to hop on for the next, despite it means for you to spread your tears. Just like Duffy that choose to walk away from its Warwick Avenue.

It is difficult, but that is just how life to be typical.

That Lad, My Kidda.

2011-05-25T23:23:00.003+08:00

I do said he isn't appears as an eyes catching star,
Perhaps a little fresh if you would happen catch him far.

I do said he is as skinny and dark like a broom stick,
Perhaps in general that shape may give people a kick.

I do said he should have put more effort study hard,
Perhaps he has his ways of coloured his report card.

I do said he spent too much on gaming and computer,
Perhaps living in a city given him less play choice either.

I do said my critic on him may have as much like a data ,
Perhaps and perhaps it is because that lad is my kidda.

Happy Birthday Kidda! :-)

Manga Love

2011-05-23T20:20:00.002+08:00

I have to admit my fail. My early plan on fully present my blog in poems seem to hit the wall. I mean, not that I can't blog with just poems, it is just sometime when I have sudden rush to bring out something, maybe just a quick one, I would need to think hard if is in poems way. Plus, I do not wish to produce a poem that doesn't look like a poem. Not that the blog have any frequent readers, it is just not me. I mean if is something that even you, yourself can't approve it, what about to expect people to read it then understand it, right?

Still, even I have decide to write back, it doesn't mean poems would eventually disappear here. I would still give in more in poems, just on and off, you might see some long-winded text (Just like this one) coming in as well. I'm that kinds of person,once I start writing and it would be difficult to stop.So yeah, sue me but that just how I am. =P

Anyway, what have I been hitting recently? Well aside job, most of my time currently commit to reading, on manga. =D I have been insane with Priest! Yes, the same name as you heard from one of the recent movie out showing in cinema these days. Though the movie was said adopted from the manga itself, but truth, it was never even close to resemble the manga story and more important, the movie sucks.

Although it was the movie that lead me to search for the manga, but I declared the movie sucks the moment I stepped out from the cinema. Not to mention, total nonsense in storyline, but what really cut out my appetite was the verbal script. I understand there are try to bring in the humour element to tune down the hardness of the movie but it simply doesn't work. In fact, it is the most lame movie that I have ever seen. Thank god I watched it for free, if is not I would have called for re-fund. So, you see how atrocious it is, even people like me that has always complain less, yet also can't help it but to splash some critics. =S

Wait, Why am I talking more on the movie already? You see this is the problems that I pin-pointed earlier. Sometime, I tent to write too much. =P Anyway back to the manga, at first I was just trying to glance for few pages but end up I'm still reading it today. The things that attract me to continuous reading, a page after another was utmost the storyline. I would said the drawing might a bit bloody or gore, not that type of manga that favor me but the story line, I must said I give two thumb up.

The general plot of the story no doubt is talking about how a priest (a demon possess priest to be specific) fighting against the vampire/ undead/ half demon half god ( for details of the storyline read here) but the way the author cum artist deliver the story delight me.

Like a movie, it uses a lot flash back. It might be slightly confuse at the beginning, but as you move on, the story somehow able to back up over one another, of the earlier flash back. Unlike movie, sometime it tents to ignore certain small element in a story( I can understand that in a movie you can't film much due to the time constrain and it would bored general public), however different counts when it comes to manga and Priest has successfully presented it in clean cut without circle the story flow like many famous manga did. Plus point, the manga was drawn by a Korean named Hyung Min-woo, a rather minority success as the manga industry is mainly dominated by the Japanese.

It wasn't a short manga though, in fact it is still on going and I dare say I'm going to occupy by it for a long period. Something that I would recommend if you are a big time manga reader! =)

Someone Like You

2011-05-16T00:59:00.003+08:00

As Adele songs blast in my ears, it remains an old friend of mine, that I have never contact for quite sometime, for good. Her songs often speak my mind thoroughly and that leads me like it more.

Here is a song of her that I like it the most so far, named 'Someone Like You'.
One of the line of the lyrics speak as;
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
I suppose we do walk across on same scenario before, aren't we?

Anyway, for you out there, Happy Belated Birthday.

I Do Call Her

2011-05-09T22:29:00.004+08:00

I do call her a sunny bear,
Like any of those little Gummi bear.
Her laughter would have be crystal clear,
By simple happiness would have cheer her dear.

I do call her a fierce tiger,
Howl as if she is the jungle ruler.
Sometimes you may just request for a differ,
By her fangs noted it isn't the time to mess deeper.

I do call her a shy anteater,
Or rather a puppy with helpless tear.
There are times she do silently utter,
By the miserable, sadness or perhaps fear.

I do call her a protective deer,
Shelter the little one under her strong antler.
You do call her grumpy and nag like an older,
By means she simply wanted to protect you longer.

I do call her my mother,
Utmost the one and only my mommy dear.
With all the emotion and flaws she do appear,
By facts it is the best that I couldn't be ask further.

PS :- I would said it is a belated Mother's Day gift. It would have been best to appear yesterday or even a day before, however my inspiration was never in sync especially when i needed it the most. ;-P However, the meaning it carries served utmost. After all for me, when it comes to mom, everyday can be mother's day.

Meanwhile, for the seek of the presentation flow,still I'm here to wish everyone on earth a rather happy belated Mother's day.

Cheers!

Of Waves and Breeze

2011-05-06T02:05:00.003+08:00

When I said life is good, deepen it means life is at it mild tune. The dilemma point arise as how it is to be call a life when there is no excitement and sorrow? By looking at this perspective, living monotonousness is equally as bad as those days that you wish it could be cut it out -- the bad day. Addition to that, it is even more tiring by sticking with everything that is more or less the same.

Hence, for this split second, how I wish I would have to be able to walk over to the nearer shore or beach and listen to ocean beats. I always like the tune of waves hitting the shore, not to mention the cold breeze it carries. It somehow ease my nerves and the next moment I'm in all good and fresh.

Back then, when I was still studying abroad, I used to travel a lot to many different shores. After all, Liverpool, being located next to Merseyside, the Irish sea is just within arm reach. But for now, being living in a concrete ocean, all it remains are photo piece.

Coffee addict.

2011-05-04T23:16:00.000+08:00

If is wasn't the sleepy illusion kick in,
Smell of Nero would have never fly within.
Coffee has been always running in my vein,
Like a partner that seeking for its twin.
Many may fancy it with a drip of cream,
While I indulge with its pure dark bean.
As strong and bitter as it may seen,
It is a battle whether you are out or in.

Paris, City of Romance.

2011-05-03T02:28:00.000+08:00

I know it sounds a little crazy, after a whole day work, of standing and walking around and yet seating in front of the computer and about to start a post as I could have been comfortable lying on the bed and call it a day.

Well, to be able to answer that, I suppose I'm still overjoy on the contest that carried by our team over the exhibition. Oh yes, just for your information, I work in an exhibition company as part of the event team and my job is to held activities that would attract yet benefit the visitors.

With that information, I guess it is again answered on another statement of mine where I mentioned earlier why I have been standing and walking the whole day. I would reserved the work part for some other post, perhaps a poem on that ;), but for now let's just focus why of the sudden urge to come out a post at this late moment.

To put it simple, it is after all the overjoy contest that link me back to the sudden indulgent for one of my previous travel, to a land that claim by romance. Yup, if you have a clicked mind as I'm, Paris is the place that I'm talking about. Talking about the contest, the gimmick of the contest is to ask couples to post in front of a poster Eiffel and then stand a chance to visit Paris.

Frankly speaking I used to think that TV had over fantasizing about Paris and I did seen it as nothing but another city, accept that it has a 'rusted' tower called Eiffel tower. The appreciation only appeared as I visited the city last Autumn. As I was cruising along the Seine river, by watching the sun set and the surrounded historical building in the old city of Paris, I finally realise what it means for Paris being label as a symbol of romance cause for that moment, I was hugged by nothing then romance.

I suppose, soon enough one of the lucky couple that win the trip would indulge in the same experience as I am, which also the reason to inspire me to come out this post for the very first place. But for time, maybe some pictures may have been just nice to do the talking.

Fries and Potatoes Pie

2011-05-01T16:45:00.000+08:00

If I was given a food to describe my life,

I would have to say I’m a French fries.

As crispy and crunchy of the outside,

But hollow and empty as the inside.

Couldn’t have a better way to describe,

Of true and fact based on my current style.

Shifted between work and staying home,

Nothing more or less as if lives in the dome.

I do wish if I would live more then alive,

By giving myself a pinch of spice,

The fact I used to live without a chase,

Thinking living such would have less intense.

I blame myself of the past tense,

Blindly commit in love that single stand.

Living in the lies as if I stand a chance,

Ignorance as if it would goes right by end.

Knowing nothing could be change,

This is all it takes to learn from mistake.

I wish habit if only a verbal state,

At least it is easy to slip easy to re-frame.

Truth tells habit would never die,

Only self wills could lead it goes by.

Hence by me being away as a fries,

My wills needs to nail into potatoes pie.

A Step In Heaven Leads A Foot To Hell

2011-04-21T03:33:00.000+08:00

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.

Le Tour De Scotland..

2011-04-15T22:32:00.000+08:00

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.

Nature signal

2011-04-14T23:49:00.000+08:00

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.

I Would Never Regret.

2011-04-13T22:13:00.000+08:00

Little Susie gifted with a pet,
That little pet named Jenet.
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, I am.

2011-04-13T00:19:00.001+08:00

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.