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.