Assilem = Em

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.

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.

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 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.

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! :-)

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.