tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29609341772886153682024-03-14T03:25:19.908+08:00my filthyroomsunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.comBlogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-83909714206382118832014-03-27T04:37:00.000+08:002014-03-27T04:37:12.063+08:00once again, welcome to my room<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-31039979684179044772012-04-22T05:25:00.002+08:002012-04-22T05:56:54.350+08:00someday you'll know...
Faraway I used to whimper over
heartaches. Simple misunderstandings had caused me restless nights and long
written apologies. And the “i-miss-you” made me to take trips in the middle of
the night. Goodbye was unknown before, but now it’s the only way to live life
It’s just memories…
That I placed at hindmost part of
my storage room. I consider that life event as a distant past. There sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-55205546489062875902012-03-22T23:24:00.000+08:002012-03-22T23:24:03.842+08:00same old battle<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-33325968568194172572012-02-14T23:28:00.001+08:002012-03-22T23:15:11.114+08:00vday
I love you because you always make me feel safe and loved
I love you because you know how to make me smile and how to handle my crankiness
I love you because you always have a lullaby to send me to
sleep
I love you because your sweet voice always wakes me up
I love you for telling me that I’m not yet late for work and
for always giving me a "time check" to ease off my tension
I love yousunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-55167051362876502192012-02-04T22:33:00.001+08:002012-02-04T22:35:56.667+08:00RushJust yesterday I finally noticed the thing that I always taken for granted. It’s the thing that I blame to my father’s gene whenever it becomes the center of mockery among my friends and family members. But sometimes it’s also the thing that made a description of the feeling of standing ten-feet-taller-than-the-others.
During my college years my mum had accused all the synthetic products that I sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-75034391042302219232012-02-02T07:51:00.000+08:002012-02-02T07:51:09.468+08:00Pssst.....<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-18265816437083433152011-09-21T05:21:00.002+08:002012-02-06T16:28:22.306+08:00another drama
It’s almost daybreak yet I haven’t been tossed with lethargy
and my eyes are still glued with the windows of blue. The egghead is sailing
towards the dramatic waves of the feeble inner self and nothings left to inscribe
something appealing or just some plain facts, only the saga of own tragedy. I again
faked my snooze to give rest to my baby whose tiredness was apparent on the
other line. “Sighsunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-48536071540967200562011-09-09T18:45:00.004+08:002012-02-06T16:28:22.355+08:00thank you...
You made my day really wonderful. Thank you so much!
It's my most memorable birthday -the overnight cuddling and hugging...sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-75548410288478332142011-09-03T01:03:00.000+08:002012-02-06T16:28:22.367+08:00price tag
Only a couple of days now before I bear my struggles and denial of getting older again. Although I know that it’s just mind over matter, still I really get conscious in filling up forms that require the effin age. Whew, can I just leave it blank or write N/A?
And with all my narcissistic and egotistical worries, my baby is also getting stressed thinking about the most sentimental and unique sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-37851193208440033242011-08-23T15:04:00.003+08:002011-08-24T15:03:58.842+08:00Oh yes, feel so sexyLife usually goes on with the dreary white. Sometimes it’s black and seldom the gray gray.
This monotony set in train during the decency of plains of growing up wherein white was the basic and the everyday for every lad. And until now, this invariable lifestyle is constant. Work requires matching up with the uniform because opacity is darn obvious. And anything that is eye-catching will always sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-68940723680566493062011-07-14T01:07:00.003+08:002011-08-28T03:14:21.577+08:00the incubatorAn unknowing chick went inside an incubator to get a little comfort of heat and to strengthen his growing body. In a short time a hefty cock moved in to the incubator as well. The unknowing chick was pleased with the warmth of the place, wrapping himself only with a piece of supple fluffs. On the other hand, the hefty cock was a bit devious with his piercing eyes and sturdy guise. The unknowing sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-11172184205181399172011-05-27T15:56:00.001+08:002011-05-27T16:11:34.431+08:00it lingersReunited and it feels so good
Reunited 'cause we understood
There's one perfect fit
And, sugar, this one is it
We both are so excited 'cause we're reunited, hey, hey
It usually gives me a flash back, a back-to-the -future scene by means of my armpit time machine. Just with a little brush it brings back the old time of baby powder, Garfield, nenuco, and the hush-hush handshaking with the milkman sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-74039455292683808352011-05-21T12:41:00.001+08:002011-05-21T13:47:31.969+08:00I’m not your papa
Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, I’m not your papa.
You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum, Pumpy-umpy-umpkin. You're my Sweetie Pie. You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye
These are the terms of sweet nothings, the soft soap that brushes away the prickliness in life. But it’s also the endearment that set off an engagement in our statement, oh it perfectly sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-29352823901865240852011-05-07T12:50:00.006+08:002011-05-08T13:16:00.811+08:00Bad KissBecause your kiss, your kiss is all that I miss...
Still couldn’t dismiss the kiss that night, the kiss that lingered throughout my day and still surfacing in some cold nights. Sometimes it gives pauses in my busy day. And there are moments that it plays vividly in my mind that I could almost hear it, feel it, and taste it so real.
Sometimes it is good to be bad, because sometimes bad is sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-26824939255920803482011-05-01T20:14:00.003+08:002011-05-01T20:30:54.719+08:00fire danceThe room was filled with smoke, eyes were scowled with the orb flashing dirty look to the crowd. The Dj was ecstatic in the Olympus, playing the sensual seduction; while the gods were enticing the mortals. It was a shindig of flesh wherein every move compels impiety, a sort of luscious vulgarism. Everyone’s dancing, feeling young with Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream, with eyes probing to possible sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-74036912701069497032010-09-14T15:12:00.002+08:002010-09-14T15:35:04.894+08:00The short form "On October 1st mark you calendar." Cris told me with the smiley emoticon and the all caps okay then bold period. With no question mark, he meant no NO answer. I just replied,"dress code?" in an impulse. He responded with a semi-formal, borderline formal attire. Oh, with my new Espirit long sleeve and sleek pants, flaunting wouldn't be a problem. P-A-R-T-Y First comes the anticipation sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-45025509821313137192010-05-17T02:51:00.013+08:002010-05-22T22:44:51.881+08:00the soundI thought it was just me. I thought it was a sort of Sadako haunting or the Heretic experience of Linda Blair. I thought I was bewitched in a Shutter Island. I thought it was…Everything had started during my first week working in the Intensive Care Unit, the days wherein I had my first ever mortality. One night after my tiring duty I woke in the dead of the dark, sweating and palpitating because sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-42535447210219471542010-03-15T23:33:00.009+08:002010-05-12T20:03:43.328+08:00you found meI am starting to miss you…We hadn’t have a perfect encounter. I was darn tired that time and on the other hand, you were very eager and lively to know me. Though I didn’t let you know that I often saw you following me, I find it very sweet and irresistible, I am sorry for not showing you what I felt those days because my body was indeed dead beat. But of course, with your perseverance and sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-14092161493175688892010-01-17T15:24:00.007+08:002010-01-17T15:42:15.765+08:00RunFor the past few months I enjoyed walking in the rain, enjoying the tactile gladness of the droplets. It seemed that it was a walk of a lifetime. But I was wrong because now I feel like running, to chase the rainbow after the last drop of the rain. I found myself confused, puzzled, naked, and worldly. Calculating my niggling undertakings, I consider myself no less than a punch because I was able sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-85160816286779802322010-01-03T01:14:00.003+08:002010-01-03T01:28:05.381+08:00i hope it rains...It's almost 5pm when the rain started to teem on earth. “My moment”- said to myself in an engaging tranquil tone as if I had an image of manna falling from the sky. It poured hard and it created a fervent sound, a thumping reverberation on the tin roof and creating a rhythm, a harmony, a melody in my ears. The resonance had quivered my senses, swinging my body, lifting my spirit, and launching mysunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-48342068810027353462009-12-31T19:02:00.001+08:002009-12-31T20:09:41.802+08:00Hello 2010Prospero Ano Nuevo!I only got 30 minutes left before setting off to work. Yeah guys, Imma spend the New Year with my clients with GCS of less than 7. Whew! Work, work, work! Anyhow, Happy New Year to all! Many thanks to all of my blog friends who painted my 2009 vibrantly, I had fun and learned a lot of things from you pals. Keep in touch and May we all have a fruitful 2010. sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-21634686402329905832009-12-24T22:31:00.005+08:002009-12-24T22:47:28.254+08:00the spellAfter the shenanigans, the over night parties, and the drinking spree, my life has made a quick turn-over just yesterday when the wicked witch from the past has gone into metamorphosis by transforming herself into a beautiful, tempting fairy. The fairy instantly waved her magic wand smoothly and then the illusion of rainbow has surfaced into my placid world. Then the fairy winked at me and then Isunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-35345609170675773652009-11-25T01:57:00.011+08:002009-11-25T02:44:01.996+08:00Fade it awayThe cliché says First Love never dies, and I guess one of the most painful events in life is getting over the first love that made you fly but in the end it left you with the broken wings. First love doesn’t always end in “they-lived-happily-ever-after” scene. Most of us are just so naïve to believe that the magic of first love cannot be replaced by any other love. In my case, still struggling sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2960934177288615368.post-6340464643615175672009-11-24T08:49:00.002+08:002009-11-24T08:50:06.504+08:00wish you were here...sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11540170354418502142noreply@blogger.com6