Should I or should I not tell her? Still remain unspoken...

Unspoken

Should i tell you,

or should i not.

Maybe I am foolish,

Maybe I am dumb.

But all I feel is numbness

Which ran deep in my veins to the

Darkest Corner of my heart.

A mere thought of your smile

,As gentle and sweet as it could be

Slipped through my defenses

Like the morning breeze

Stroking the inferno within.

Every moment when our gaze met

,The barriers of my heart threatened to burst into flames

And devour my self control.

Every night as the hills fall silent

And the crickets chirp,

A timeless battle rages.

Shame rides me for

What little of you

bring out the entire of me.

For there is no fool greater and

As Dumb as I am.

You have made your mark.

The letters of your name,

Akin to the scars from a battle,

Just refuse to fade away.

For this is an unspoken language

Call Love.

Ronald mentioned some crap at 0250pm 15/11/06

They go =_="" cos im an idiot!!!

Come to think of the times when they talked,

He always seemed like a dork.

Ever wonder what it'll be like if they got together?

Likewise foreseeing that it may never last forever.

Should a confession he were to make be the end of their friendship

Even thinking of it brings him through misery and hardship

And though he longs to ask her out on a date,

In fact a little question like that may not hurt

but he decided to leave it to fate

Living each day like it was some play

Intentionally deluding himself of what he actually wants to say

Knowing inside that she's a league above the rest

Every single night he stares into the night sky looking at the stars and the moon's crest

Unfortunately, he has very little to offer maybe that's why it's so hard for him to say he likes her.

Ronald spoke some crap on 13/11/06 1155pm

Crappy stuff and some life of mine =(

Hey guys !!

im back ta blog again..... Well nth much recently with some upsetting events. 1Stly was the tennis IVP programme. I lost my last 2 games against NP and RP. Shit man. My opponent Ahmad kamil was on form while i wasnt man. Im like CHUI(shattered) liao. SO just play ding dong game with him lor putting all the ball back. Too many unforced errors that made me kill myself on the court. Dun wan tok bout NP le. Super sian 2/2 lor. haha. Anw got sth to share. SOme photos of cats . Ain`t them cute lol.

Now lemmi go on toking `bout life in sch now. One word " BORINGGGG" .

Mondays to Fridays,

same lessons over and over again.

Just makes me sick and wanna die!

Lunch with frens dinner with family.

After school head to gym,

Instructors are all my frens.

Then go home slack and games.

Wah super sian sia.

I tink im gonna make life more productive,

or u see me in the casket of mine.

Well as u read or see guys, my life is just a mere piece of crap. THe only thing that is best is sleep. Reason behind cos i dream. Dreams are just as though free movies. (6-7hrs) No nid pay like $9.50 to sit in a theartre seat. This one is a bed. Best sia. lol. Ain`t this full of crap =_="". HOwever i tink sleep is good for me. Well all i have to say is that do i get to have any nicer dreams? Like better visual quality (high definition plasma type) and those with more interesting content. But better not me a toilet cleaner ( toiletbowls all i face) lol. Me, used to have dreams tat are thrillers and i usually wake up with my heart thumping BOM BOM BOM! I wished that they come back to me and i nv hope to wake up from them. Reminiscence huh? However all i say now is that i dun wanna dream cos they appear fuzzy to me now with fragments of it appearing here and there.

A yellow flower stood in a dull field of red,

blue and green.

A young lad restrained by a fence,

barely watering it.

Undeterred, he came everyday with water and love.

But the flower was oblivious as both faced the sun.

Then someone came by and took it with him.

To plant it somewhere near his shack.

He too came with water and love,

But this time without the fence.

The young lad was cut to the heart,

His beloved flower was gone.

The days turn dull,

without color, without spirit.

And rains poured over his head.

Ronald 1157pm

Your happiness is my solace.

Some true feelings about me now.

A flower wilts without water,
A lonely heart only grows fonder.
There is no shadow without light,
but with you comes my shameless plight.
My words are always about me,
no mirror, but still me i see.
thats why i cannot treat you right,
And produce all these endless trite.
Thoughts of having your hand to dance,
Would make the lame and the shy prance.
Hoped that you`ll be my valentine,
then I`ll give you all of mine,
but these are only hopes of thy.
You can't feel my heart though i try,
It's like an actor who cannot cry.
Failure is what i'm most afraid;
`Bout hurting you with what i've said.
With you moving further and further away.
I can`t stand the thought of another person`s hand on you,
But what can i do?
Now I can only say,
Whatever that makes you happy,
I hope that it comes true.


Some things are easier said than done,
so I would`nt say it.
Then I can only blog.
All I can tell myself,
Ronald, It`s time to move on.

Ronald 0842am (Friday morning b4 goin to 1030 lecture)