Assilem = Em

Have you ever been dumb enough to do what you wanted to do, without good reason coming over you?  That liner in Foo Fighter's Iron Rooster hits me hard. Like a dumb child that under estimate the heavy stone, too heavy to held up, too proud to admit and it stomped on her feet. That's perfectly describe my liking in writing. My mind bursts with inspiration yet I'm too messy to pen it down.    I adore the beautiful poems that Shakespeare wrote till every songs Linkin Park sang.  I mean how bad can you write when you were put to learn to write? That's what majority would have thought of but the truth, I'm really bad. Being Journalism major gave me a good camouflage. My grammars is running amok (I have to admit, my grammar was never 10/10 but I could still manage a 6 during my peak) but my vocabularies  also running low too. Yet, I'm too proud to fix it, too lazy to run and read through every lines before hitting the send button, too thick face to appreciate and reme...

Rather humid day today, Sunshine bright up all the way. I sip on some sour dairy, May it chills a little my misery. The wind blows slow, Cloud refuse to grow. I wish time is like the wind blow, Slowly tick accordingly the flow. Despite weather gives a mellow, Even sing by lovely tune of sparrow. But my heart sunk with sorrow, Monday blue is tomorrow.

There is zero movement in the room, Only the air condition blows autumn. My mind gushing bubble form, Although my eyes lid closing soon. There is dirty laundry over one corner, Too full to spill any sooner. I recall the morning coversation louder, As it driven me to think further. Books and bags spread around ground, It takes skill to freely walk around. I could hear my heart hound, This ain't such simple as it sound. Hairs drop spread over table top, Waving for me to pick up. Is this a chance of fruitful crop? To tame my wild horse hope? Dirts are visible by the pink bed, Signs of cleaning in need. I suppose no harm to give it a try indeed, Not that I'm too bold to meet my dead.

They said moon like a shy ent eater, Her beauty covered layer by layer. It takes patient for her appears, Can't denie her shine a breath taker. They said moon loves number, Dislike grammar especially singular. Fifteen is her numeric favour, Without 's' she simply disappear. They said moon is a loner, Stars are never her companier, Human create a festival to cheer her dear, Lighten up the lantern to bring her near. Happy belated mooncake festival...

I decide to presuit my desire, Since tonight I was so inspire. Sometime creative kicks, Simply can't stop your finger clicks. My mind flows with sweet, I shall hum with this beat. It is always easier to rhythm with emotion, Happiness shall plot today's direction. I gain myself a new hobby, Now at night I sleep like a lullaby. Yoga comes into my life journey, Successful purify my mind entirely! Being in an events company, Works has been like a busy bee. As workload could have been continuously, Yet yoga leads me to sweet escape. There is time I would hit the nails, However i do not see it a big deal. Yoga practice tunes my feel, As if I was born with a new soul! Because it simply makes me feel great, My body too begins to hit straight. Tell me how not be in liking? This new hobby simply the king.

I've been very lazy in poem, However today I'm good to bloom. Simply Mindy Gladhill inspired, Leads me get out from retired. Shall I update my recent life? Couldn't be best describe then fine. Kick bed out from nine, Sharp noon out for dine. Would have simple like a line, But it is a new beauty I realise.

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 .

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.

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 awak...

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.

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.

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.

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...

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... :-/

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 m...

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.