Istorya Daily Blog

[hyrei]

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hmmmmmmmmm another day..... gosh i never thought i'll see him yesterday with his new look.... he really is cute with it, so clean..... anyways.... i'm very punctual az in sau nuon ko pag au dire sa opis sau kaau dok2x....With lots of new things to do now....

mayta within this week nako makabalhin oist or at least makakita man lang ko ug nice place na mabalhinan..... faetz.....

[ANZEN]

thanks God its wednesday. 2 days more to go before weekends. yeheyyyyyyyyy! at least...weekend is the day to seat back and relax and of course see a movie. :mrgreen:

[nolex]

ouch!! my head's gonna burst..

Sayounara party was indeed fun.. i could still remember the faces of those chicks at the bar last night.. they're all hot, dude!! not to mention, the japanese girl i've met at the restaurant... whew!! that was really fascinating.....=)

but somehow the consequence is not good... definitely not good.. when i got up from bed this morning, i'm in a very bad shape.. it was then that i knew it's a hangover, & i can still feel it.. eventhough i've already sipped a cup of coffee, which i don't normally do.. but somehow i felt the need of that.. yeah, whatever...

now, i'm too tired & drowsy to get some job done here at work.. i feel like my energy has all been drained... it's as if i can't move a single muscle..huhuhu..

hmmmmmm, but wait a minute, how the hell did i make this blog anyway?! wheehehehe.. well, hmmmmm, dok2x is irresistible, ya know.. istorya is the place where i can relax... and besides, i just cant resist making chit-chats with my fellow istoryans, ya know... 'til the bell ring, i think i can soothe myself in here for the meantime... haaaaaaaaa yoshi!!!

guess i'll just have to rest early tonight, eh!!

na hala sige dok2x, dok2x!!!...

[hilumon_kuno]

haaayyyy! pila ra kaoras akong tulog karon.. naghinilakay mi sakong uyab! kay dli man xa sugot mkigbuwag naku.. i miss my cp..huhuhu la naku fon kay nabungkag nah pati sim gibali nya.. piskot baya ani wui.. sakit pajud akong bukton kay naay lagom.. kafaet baya..den my left hand arang laguma nalang jud!

unsaon nalang kaha naku inig laba ani unya nga sakit man akong bukton if mangusog kow! hope last bun.og nani nku nga madawat gikan nya..

pity on me..

[lover_online]

This day's really fine...

My exams' results are perfectly fine, I made boardworks for extra points, my lab reports and experiments went on smoothly, I've made everything ready for tomorrow, assignments passed before deadline.....and I've not missed seeing him... I hope everyday is as good as today...

and and and...I'm going to watch my fave show....waaaaa....finally!!! weeeee... I just wish I'm seeing my family every now and then...I miss them so much...

[miss tapya]

Today, i woke up with heavy heart, i dont know why..i am always affected with someone's else heartbreak business. Y should i care for someones heartache? Y should i be affected with someones pain and suffering.. questions keep flowing through my dead brain!Argg.. Until this very hour, i dont still have the comfort i am seeking for! ..... Ngano man I dont know when will this strange feeling end!.... ambot lang....

[crinkle]

wednesday...

i woke up singing with my favorite band, thinking it'd be a nice and happy day... but something went bad. really bad. i lost my phone. it was stolen...

i don't wanna go through the details but the main point is, i'm careless, gullible and obviously i still haven't learned my lesson... i'm quite surprised though. i'm not as affected as i was, the last time i lost a phone. maybe because i "got used to it" or because i know i can't do anything bout it now, or simply because i was with someone i care so much for that it didn't matter at all... perhaps in a day or two, i'd be able to find myself a phone to use so people can still contact me... but it doesn't seem to matter anymore... i know that even if i don't get a phone, i can just call up my parents or the people i care about, whose numbers i memorize by heart. *ahem...

anyway, another phone has gone. wa pa ko mu sulti ako mama... kay kahibaw ko sa iya speech: "Tangaa ba nimo! Mura ka'g dato!"

[jugs_06]

OT: it's good to know a thread like this exist.. at least i get the chance to "peek" inside everyone's lives for a bit.. and im very glad for that.. everybody has a story to tell.. it's a nice feeling that someone shares their personal experience and the other party reads it.. much like a conversation so to speak..

well anyway.. it's 10 minutes to six, wednesday.. july 5th.. wait, did i say wednesday? oh well, i can't believe how fast the days went by..

..and today is prolly one of the worst days of my student life.. sigh!!
student life is never ending.. and i hope everyone agrees with me..
it is summer for god's sake!! but later, i have to read 3 chapters for me to be ready for tomorrow's online exam.. duh?

i work.. spring semester's done.. but somehow this "student life" thing seems to stick with me all the time.. i can't get the hell out of it..

guys wish me luck..

[diem]

Wednesday, July 5 2006, 6:01 pm.... The last half-hour of my workingtime has been spent in intimate conversation with two individuals via wi-fi. Amazing how technology has come to such a degree that even mere thoughts, how ever distant or anonymous the sources, could have such meaning and cause sharing of deep understanding. I am blessed with the realization that technology has become a bridge to discover other people's humanity and for them, to discover mine.

Wednesday, July 5 2006, 10:44 pm... its getting late and I have to rise early. The story/narrative poem/ or whatever creature of literature that I have been summoning is still half done. I hope to post it tomorrow in Istoryan Writers thread. I know I am a good writer, people both lay and professional have said the same, encouraged me to go on but I have doubts if I am good enough. So far, I haven't yet had a real honest to goodness break but I won't stop, I'll keep on writing, keep pounding the keyboard or slashing dark ink on the paper. Writing is my passion, my life, my world, my sword, my soul. I am a writer. Period.

Thursday, July 6 2006, 6:33 am... I am astounded by the insensitivity of some people. Behind the blanket of anonymity, people have become crass and callous with their words. As a writer, I know the value of words, it is your thoughts spoken aloud, the voice of your soul. Shouldn't that matter? Once uttered(or posted) and once read, it would leave a mark either benign or malevolent in a reader's mind. And for others, the blanket of anonymity have become a means of baring their true souls... which I often think to be so human but it leaves One vulnerable to the cold comments of Those(!) who casually fling them without caution or care, like children underneath a blanket.

If we are courteous and reserved to Strangers in Real Life, then could we not extend the same polite courtesy and reserve to Strangers in this small corner of the Virtual Universe?

Sometimes, I think people getting on wi-fi tend to leave their humanity on the gateway.

God-who-sees-knows-and-feels, have I become too sensitive? I must be getting Old in my Youth....

[boobadoll]

a long time ago, I fell in love. And there was laughing and funny breaths and happiness. There was much rejoicing. And then, SHUT! Over. Gone. Dead. Completely cut off. Disconnected.You're right!!! What the hell was I thinking. Why didn't I say . . . . something. My line of thinking was! if he doesn't want it, I don't want to push it.... duh!!! WOW! for the first time I get So hard to get up in the morning. So hard to be. There is a feeling. You know it. This trembling completeness. This warmth. That makes everything big. And you are ten feet tall all the time. Everyone is looking at you. You are the one. The one he chose. The one he calls when everything is wrong, and when everything is right! he is the one who reaches out for you. For me. he once said, I need you. But I just shrugged but deep inside me... That was what I was looking for all my life. Those words. For something so pure as this creature to need ME! Could not be real. Could not be my life. But it was. Of course, it WAS! It isn't anymore. It is gone. So far away. And it will never be there again. I see little pieces of it everywhere. A glance, a smile, I feel desperate. I feel alone. So much out there. But I only want to hear one thing. Not sure what. But I will know. If I ever get the chance. I will stretch out my fingers, grasp it tightly, and NEVER LET IT GO! But till then; I will be here. With my open hand. And my desperate heart. And my cold skin. Slowly, regrettably, forgetting just enough that I can survive from one day to the next. To remember is to suffer. To see what was and then look at what is. To hear a voice, feel my heart stop. Watch my breath studder in the cold. He. He can be almost anyone. he can read me like a book. I will open to any page for anyone. Cover to cover. Nothing to hide. Not the fear, the pain, or the hopelessness. It is all there. Large print ; easy to read. Secrets dissolve in tears. Dissipating into honesty, innocence, need. I was lost and now I'm found. I was blind but now I see. Maybe I don't want to...

'You'll get over it...' It's the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes."