https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?63193-handsoff241 en Sun, 17 May 2026 19:00:58 GMT vBulletin 300 https://www.istorya.net/forums/images/metro/blue/misc/rss.jpg https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?63193-handsoff241 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2462-When-Living-is-Falling Sat, 14 Feb 2015 04:17:44 GMT :worked_till_5am::sorrow:

Because you have to let go, and maybe beseeched to move on; maybe comply, slowly; a step at a time.

Let me be blunt: I, sincere and honest and truest; as what you might perceive I can and these words be, to you; wish only and have only good will and love.

Yes, it will remain a love. A monument of our shared years. Kay ako man pud natugkad nga wala may kapadulngan akong kinabuhi. Wala ko'y pulido nga plano para nimu ug para nato. Mura man ko'g PUJ nga walay prankisa.

I will live fully, as tribute to these monument. Pero akoa nang-nasilsil; sa makapila, makadaghan, balik-balik nga dala alam-alam sa kaugalingon, nga wala na ta. And that the best way to walk out of these, still alive; thought harmed and exhausted, is to chose life.

For I might come upon another chance to rebuild these monument or; by chance, stumble upon another contract; then so be it. But since living is falling farther away I will keep this monument, alive and well groomed. Kay akong gugma nimu, may kamatayun jud tingale; sa madugay o sa madali, pero mamatay man jud ning gugmaha, ayaw lang ako'y mauna. And when that day comes; I will pray that we meet and we start all over again.

For now, I will live; I know you too. And while we live, we fall.
A promise I will keep.
And a question I have to ask.
What remains of our love? ]]> handsoff241 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2462-When-Living-is-Falling https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2457-Nutshell-Brother-Sludge-Factory Sun, 25 Jan 2015 06:05:22 GMT You loved this song, di ba?

What's my motivation here. I'm waiting for that (god-forsaken) date, if you're still around and I'm still alive, I will leave. I will disregard any promise I made. It's hard keeping them, self-consuming. It might be the same for you, I hope for it to be both the other-ways-around.

And we used to play this song; I guess the only consolation we both have is that we can now finally relate to what they had and what they felt and how hard it was to go down with a heartache.

I know you're reading this.

And I know you can also see this...

Manaka nya ta ug balik sa Dita, puhon; ugma-damlag; kung mahuman ang bagyo ug mauga na ang yuta, kung pwede na daruhon ug pwede na pugasan. Kung nakuhaan na ug mga bato-bato, kung nakumpayan na ug napalunang ang kabaw.

Sa pagkakaron, medyo apiki; ang unos mura pa'g manukol, susama sa kinulihad ang gidak-on sa uwan. Ang hangin manamparos pa kung magkalisud. Pero hapit na, gamay na lang gyud ang kuwang.

Ikaw ang una nakong gisumbungan, ikaw nga una nakong gihilakan. Ikaw nga mao unta ang mosagop sa nalatagaw nakong pagkatawo. Ikaw nga mao pay gihalaran nako sa akong pagka-igsoun, sa tahud ug sa pag-respeto. Sa mga bakak nga kinabuhi nato ang nakalakas. Sa mga panahon nga kung wala pa ko, naghikog na unta ka. Sa panahon nga ikaw ang naa diri sa akong nahimutangan. Pero ambot ba, sige na lang. Dili ko na lang igsapayan nga imuha tong nabuhat. Kay sa sumatotal; wala man pu'y kapasikaran ang akong gipamasangil. Ang kalgotgot sa hilum na lang ang akong mabuhat. Ang pag-amigohay nga nahanaw, ang pagsalig nga gitamak-tamakan ang sandayong nga nabuslot kay kapila gilimpyuhan.

I will leave a peace, my peace and what could have been us; all of us. To carry them as trophy and live as a beautiful revenge or to keep them in a grave and haunt as scornful vengeance. I'll be the judge.

Friends don't let friends get friends haircuts. ]]> handsoff241 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2457-Nutshell-Brother-Sludge-Factory https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2452-But-Sa-Gihapon Tue, 30 Dec 2014 20:12:48 GMT Gimingaw gihapon ko nimu and I am comfortably numb, numb'er by day. Bidding farewell to sobriety and pushing aside the sanity that onced thrived on that beloved; Us.

But, I still miss you and I still cry; after a deep sleep earned through days of laboring, unsettlingly-go-lucky; sleep-deprived days.

But, I still think about you and if you are happy with whomever and whatever and whenever you maybe. I really miss you.

But, that was a goodbye I had to hold on to.


I don't know if you can read this, the web is too wide, now that I stopped monitoring it. It may take me years to be familiar with it again.

But that feat i'll forgo, for the comfort I achieve maybe the end of what was once an Us, a Me; a Pigpig. I really wish I can turn back those days.

But wished I did and in vain they were, wished and washed away by the tears, of whom; I'm not sure if it's a fighting soul or a faltering lovers' cry. Kay, gimingaw jud kaayo gihapon ko nimu, Lalab Pigpig. ]]> handsoff241 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2452-But-Sa-Gihapon https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2445-Why-I-Love-You-A-Farewell Sun, 14 Dec 2014 08:54:20 GMT
Remember that time; gipalayas na ka ni kuya nimu sa minglanilla. Naa sila pipo, si mama nimu. Sila pa ni apple, gamay pa si bebang. Nagdala ko sa lata sa alaska nga gatas; kay mao ra to'y imung pinalit sa imung sweldo. Wala midapig si mama nimu nganha, nimu. Nahibulong ko pagayo nganung wala ra si mama nimu. Nakahinumdom ko sa gisulti ni Jed nako; bagohay pa lang jud; about nimu.


Wala pa tay semana nagkaila ato; gusto ra ko matagbaw nimu ato'ng panahona. Gikan ra ko naka-move on ato; I was enjoying my single life. I was glad wala ko malulong atong panahona.


Si pipo nagtanaw ug salida; I can't blame him, bata pa siya tingale ug pangisip. Pero wala jud siya migahin ug panahon kung asa ka paadtoun ni kuya Jed ninyu. Tingale nahibulong siya.


And then it hit me; tinoud jud tingale ang gistulti ni jed. Pero ingun ko nga dili man ko pareha sa uban lalaki. Dili ko ni siya binuangan, respetoun lang nako siya. Kung makigbuwag, buwagan daun.


I was about to bail-out, that very moment, that very minute and second. Hapon nato, naa pa sila kuya Jason nimu sa atbang naginum. Naa pa sa atbang ang beatbox, gitara ug ang bonggo.


Naay nagdaub sa unahan, padulong sa kapilya dapit.


Naa ra sa doul giparking ang multicab.


Nag-agas ang gripo sa gawas.


Naay mga hinayhay nga uniform ni aping sa gawas.


Kawayan pa ang purtahan.


Baho ang tae ni lucky ug chance.


Naay daghang dogfoods sa samento.


Katol akong batiis kay daghan lamok nya wala ko kapanghimasa.


Nagkupot nimu akong tou nga kamot.


Ang wala nagdala sa lata sa Alaska ug katong paper bag.


Nauwaw ko nga wala kasabot nganu gibuhat to nila, pamilya nimu, gipapahawa ka kay pakuyogon ka sa lalaki nga bago ra nimu nakaila. Bago ra gani ka nila gipalayo sa Iligan. Mao na pud ni diri sa Cebu? Nakuyawan ko. Gusto ko muikyas gikan nimu, nakatilaw na bitaw ko nimu.


But then mihilak ka; migakos ka nako, imung gikumot akong sanina, mihilak ka suko kaayo ka ug tinan-awan; suko nga nagpakilouy. Mitibi ka, mura ka'g maldita nga bata nga gikuhaan ug duwaan.


Ingun ka nako; "Ayaw ko ug biya-e ba, ayaw ba!"


You destroyed the walls that I labored for so long to fortify my heart from the pain I recently recovered from. Pero kato pa ko kakita ug desperation, anger, hatred and self-pity nga intense kaayo in one facial expression and it was directed at me. There was no love at that time.


That moment; I changed my plans.


I decided that you deserve someone be with you no matter what.


I decided to love you. After ato, nag-cge nako ug panguyab nimu. ]]> handsoff241 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?2445-Why-I-Love-You-A-Farewell