Assilem = Em

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.

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.

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.

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.

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! :-)

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

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.

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.

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.

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.