my pathetic RTC recall

11:00am:got up from bed with dispersed morning glory for public exposure
12:00hn:had my meal (for breakfast and lunch)
1:00pm til 3:00pm: flipped the pages of surrender the pink
3:00-5:00: tried to doze off, but it wasn't a success
5:00-6:00: play time with my niece
6:00-7:00pm: booksale escapades
7:00-8:00pm: i had my sumptuous dinner
8:00-10:00 catching up with tv shows
10:onwards-blog hopping,chatting...
3:00am:time for my textbooks
went to bed at around...

rain

It’s ironic that I call myself sunny but in fact, I don’t like sunny days. it’s the “rainy days” that give a beam on my face. Maybe I’m using “sunny” because of the good aura that has been coupled to it. Or maybe just to rub out the redundancy of the rains in my life. Alternatively, I just consume it like a billboard, to show off what I fancy people to spot me, sunny, the happy man. Hey! I’m not saying that rainy days aren’t as happy as sunny days. In fact, it’s further…and I always stumble on a different kind of happiness whenever it rains. Sometimes it is only a drizzle and at times it downpour or sometimes a cloudburst with thunder and lightning. Nevertheless, whatever kind of rain it is, I always love it.



What I like about the rain?

I love how it sashay the earth with favor of life
…How the rain flounce the sorrow inside of me
I love how the rain saturate drought lands and quench the plants
…How the rain fill my lull emotional fools
I love how the rain infuse the earth with rawness
…How the rain dispenses my poignant sense




It is thru the rain I recover peace


I love how it calm the earth
…How the rain pacifies my solitude
I love how the rain cut the noise thru the mellow droplets
…How the rain makes a stretch of silence









i just love rainy days....

i always think with every possibility of rain for tomorrow...

the rain..part1

It's almost 5pm when the rain started to teem on earth. “My moment” said to myself in 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 my heart to heaven. I made a hot coffee and I sat on the couch, listening to the air brought by the rain as it leads through my lucid imagination. Then I took a few sips of my coffee and loomed into the open door. The fresh, crispy wind had seized me, unfolding myself to my own buoyancy. And the raindrops were dancing as they touch the ground with intense joy, just like meeting up for your loved ones after long years of waiting. “It’s raining hard and I hope it doesn’t end…”I took my coffee and drank it til’ the last drop, savoring the aroma as it travels with the air. I sat down on the couch and let myself to drift into the realm of my fantasy til' d last drop of the rain...

What I like about the rain…?