Assilem = Em

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...

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.

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...

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.

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.