I love to...

I love...
I love to read.
I love to write.
I love to watch you.
I love to talk to you.
I love to be here, with you.
I love to do something with you.
I love to watch a film with you.
I love to listen to your laugh.
I love to listen to you sing.
I love to see you smile.
I love to be here for you,
you want me to?

I talk about loving something. THERE ARE SO MANY KINDS OF LOVING. We can love a friend, we want to be there for them. We can love someone, the one we want to marry.
We can love a relative. We can love an object. We can love a place.
We as people, talk about love. Love is easier to understand, when we have felt it. Some times, love can fool you and lie to you. You can have mix emotions, you can believe someone loves you and you can be let down. Love is strange, i can say... i have felt love, and been loved. But some times, 'love' throws new things and people at me. Some times i like the new experience some times i do not. But at the moment i am mixed. Apart from you, if i can. I will do all i can for you. I am here for you.
Be happy, smile and live a happy life.

Why?

'WHY?' Is my question of the day. I have so many questions with the word, why within the question. Such as:-
Why do we love?
Why is she gone?
Why? Why? Why?
I will always ask 'why'?, i need to know why. Why do we live? Why do we fall in love?
Why? Why? Why?
Main Entry: mystery

Part of Speech: noun

Definition: puzzle, secret

Synonyms: abstruseness, brainteaser, braintwister, charade, chiller,
cliffhanger*, closed book, conundrum, crux, cryptogram, difficulty, enigma, grabber, inscrutability, inscrutableness, mindboggler, mystification, occult, oracle, perplexity, poser, problem, puzzlement, question, rebus, riddle, rune, secrecy, sixty-four-thousand-dollar question*, sphinx, stickler, stumper, subtlety, teaser, thriller, tough nut to crack, twister, whodunit, why*

Antonyms: known, understanding
* = informal/non-formal usage

Main Entry: conundrum

Part of Speech: noun

Definition: puzzle

Synonyms: brain-teaser, closed book, enigma, mystery, mystification, poser*, problem, puzzlement, riddle, why*

Once, opon a time

I use to watch her sleep... she was a saint, God loved her. But his love couldn't match mine.
She always slept quietly, up, down, up, down, her chest went. I use to be hypnotized by it, but she would stir and I would snap out of it. And watch some more, up, down, up, down.
AND
She use to help, everyone. She use to care for all. She use to care for me. She loved me and aye her. She held the keys of my heart. But my heart broke; now she has a key and part of my heart. She is in, my waking dreams, she stops me from sleeping.
And
She use to talk, talk loads. But when she talked, I swear i could hear birds. I use to give her a rose, once a week. When i give her it, she would smile, her face brightens and my heart took flight.
BUT
She was token, my saint, my love, heart keeper, my lover, my fiancée, my stars, my moon, my sun, my faith and all I loved.
Why god? Why take a saint? Why, why, why? WHY

Sad

At this moment in time; I feel sad, alone and worried.
I was on the bus, coming back from newmarket, i was encircled by 3 couples. They were happy and close. I miss being close to her. I miss her, I need to move on. I know i will. I want to hold someone, be held by someone. Be loved by someone, love someone back.
I feel alone, i am the only male with my namesake. If I die, so does my family name. Death is like a brother for me. It tries to kill me, but is always relieved of that chance. I should if died about 8 times, just like a cat, i mush have 9 life’s. I am on my last one. I want to tell someone, I love them. Hold them close. I dread every day, scared to die. I am not scared of dying. I am scared for the people, who live on. I want to be here, to see my family grow; my sisters, my brothers, and maybe they own kids (not for another 15 years for all of them, or i will kill them). I want her, i need her, and I can't live without her.
I am worried because i face so much. I want so much but i can only have a little of my desires.
I have a problem you see; I care more for others happiness than my own. I want everyone close to me to be happy... Before i am happy myself....


I love you...


I MISS YOU...


I WILL JOIN YOU SOON.

To Errol

Dear friend

I am writing to you, to tell you about your perfection within your writing. You can make a normal world sound like a piano, playing Mozart. Your words can make me smile, cry, laugh and see you within them.
Your writing is great. You could be come, world famous with your words. You are a great person and a great friend. I am proud to call you friend, and i am proud to see you smile.
I know you will do great. You have been through trouble just like me. When i was in trouble you were there for me. Just like i am here for you. You are a star, Errol. You shine bright. You make me want to live and be happy. You make stop me from doing stupid things.

All my love
Ryan

Emotions

Emotions are mental and physiological states associated with a wide variety of feelings, thoughts, and behavior. Emotions are subjective experiences, or experienced from a individual point of view. Emotion is often associated with mood, temperament, personality, and disposition. The English word 'emotion' is derived from the French word émouvoir. This is based on the Latin emovere, where e- (variant of ex-) means 'out' and movere means 'move'. The related term "motivation" is also derived from movere.

Emotions can be divided between 'cognitive' theories of emotions and 'non-cognitive' theories of emotions; or instinctual emotions (from the amygdala), and cognitive emotions (from the pre-frontal cortex). Some psychologists divide emotions into basic and complex categories, where base emotions lead to more complex ones. Emotions can be categorized by their duration. Some emotions occur over a period of seconds (e.g. surprise) where others can last years (e.g. love). No definitive taxonomy exists.

A related distinction is between the emotion and the results of the emotion, principally behaviors and emotional expressions. People often behave in certain ways as a direct result of their emotional state, such as crying, fighting or fleeing. Yet again, if one can have the emotion without the corresponding behavior then we may consider the behavior not to be essential to the emotion.

What i am trying to say, is. Do you agree with it, I don't? I don't believe it is true. We as, humans, Know many emotions. The main emotions such as; Love, hate, jealousy, rage and many more. We can never choose, when they comes. We could blank all are emotions, be a blank face and be empty. Let our emotions, show. Laugh, smile and be proud.

Cunning

Have you talked to someone and couldn't help smiling the whole time? I have, she is smart, cunning, a good friend and so gorgeous. Mi'lady or bby. lol
She brightens my day, she makes me laugh, and she makes me feel hope. Without her, my life would be dull again. Can you tell? Are you reading?
I was on the phone to her. She can talk, and to be honest i love it. She speaks her mind, she knows what she wants and best of all. I get to know her; as a friend and someone to talk to.
She is like me in some ways, but a better person. Honestly she is a better person and again i say it, i love it.
Thanx for you companionship, your friendship and wanting to know me. I take my hat of to you. You are perfect, you may not agree but you are. If you need anything just ask and i will come running. Anything bby and i will be there with anything you need.

Thanx

I just saw something beautiful, not a person (not completely true but meh), not a object, but a story. It is heart warming, it is true. IT HAPPENS. Thank you Errol, you are truly a good writer and a truly great friend.
Errol thank you.

There is a dime a dozen...
Then there is one in a million...
But baby, you are once in a lifetime.

Thanx to you, i am here. Thanx to you, i don't drink. Thanx to you, I feel happy. Thanx to you, i smile.
I owe you much, i will do anything for you. Thank you, mi'lady.
You are my sun and my sky. You are such a good friend, thanx.
Six thanx(s) and only four thank yous. Not enough but i have no other words. THANK YOU, THANX

A teacher with a vicious reputation, who actually turns out to be friendly.

short story

A teacher! A teacher! “Mr Troll”, the children scream, “he is coming” the teachers howl.

Before I go on about my story, my name is Lee Crick. My story starts outside the PE department on a Wednesday.
I’m looking at a tea-kwon-do poster (martial arts), and then this student walks up behind me.
“Joining mate?” a student asks me. “Yeah right, the teacher is a right old creep” I reply with venom in my voice. “Take it easy, I still think you should join”, he takes a step back. I would join but the teacher, he teaches at my school. He teaches PE, he bullies you in to submission.
A few days later I actually decide to go. Two pounds a lesson, it must be half decent. When I get to the sports hall after school, I see the student, talking to the evil, Mr Troll. I honestly felt sorry for him, he must be in trouble. Mr Troll must have noticed me because he starts walks over to me. “Crap” I whisper. When he gets to me, I am very worried if I’m in trouble. “Hi, Mr Trrroooollll” I croak now I am very scared. “Can I help you?” he asks with his normal tone voice which is very nasty. “Yeah I would like to join the club, please” I ask very kindly, which is usually beneath me. “You sure, Mr Crick?” he reply with his normal tone once again, which shakes me up even more. “Yes sir!” I moan, which he ignores. “Then you better
Come, this way” slightly nicely, he replies. He points to the other students and I follow him.

“So how was your first lesson of tea-kwon-do like?” my mum asks. “It was alright” I reply mystified because my mum never takes a big interest. “Mr Troll was actually kind to me, a bit” I reply with a short laugh at my joke, he treated me the same as always.

Probably loads of spelling mistakes and What not. In English two years ago. We, me and the others students in the class were asked to write a short story for children.... So i did.

Opps... manners.

OK.... just made a little mistake. My bad or whatever. I relished, i was a head of myself. I made a post without this. I should of wrote something like this: "Well, i am writing a blog, cos i am bored. Not cos i am sober or anything. By the way my name is Ryan, i am like young to a degree. I live in England. If you like my blogs say yay or whatever."
Didn't happen tho, well it happens. I could probably re-arrange my posts or something but i won't. I got a head of myself, big deal. Lol... NO text speak, damn MSN. xD

Hmm... should, i do this?

Basically I am bored and in desperate need of something to pass the time. Well I may use this, I may not. What do you think? Who can be sure?
We are people, with needs, and many more emotions. We as people want so much, but we either have it or we don't. Others just can't get it, is that true. Or is it, the ramblings of an old senile fool.
I say old, but i ain't old. In body and years, i have it all to come. But in mind and experiences, i am old. But I rejoice, I have friends, family and up till now, I finally know; what i want and how to get it. But the matter is, can I do what needs to be done. To get it. I say NO, I will get hurt. But that's life, I will do it. It goes against, my better judgment, but I say nay to doing jackal. I want it, so I will get it. That may sound bad, actually i know it sounds bad. But i want it, you may understand, you may not.

I will try to get it, if i fail. i will stop, no fun in tormenting ones soul.