i've thought of deleting this blog but no....i'm not gonna do it.
here's the new one.it's not a blogger but a tumblr ;)
http://www.nicslife.tumblr.com
11 November 2010
30 October 2010
As a student.
I have a class at 10 but then I'm not feeling well+I'm going out in the afternoon..so all that I can say is honesty holds everything...ahahha
24 October 2010
17 October 2010
15 October 2010
Unedited
I love it when the night hits dawn or when the sun sets..it connects me to the beautiful side of the world.
14 October 2010
12 October 2010
10 October 2010
08 October 2010
Pokerface
His existence completely ruined my life.
I hope someday people can read through my smiles.
And I'll only tweet my secrets.
I hope someday people can read through my smiles.
And I'll only tweet my secrets.
World on the other side.
In the early 1990s, I was in my early 20s and living in central Kentucky. I had met a couple through a business acquaintance. I was invited to their home one evening to discuss a business proposal that they had for me. The evening was very typical for me. I met my hosts and enjoyed some finger foods while we discussed the business at hand. The husband and wife were very nice people, very friendly and I felt quite at home.
As the evening progressed, however, a very strange event would take place. We were interrupted in the middle of a conversation by a telephone ringing in the bedroom. I hesitated to speak, allowing time for my hosts an opportunity to answer their ringing phone. After a few seconds, I realized that neither had decided to answer the phone. "Do you need to get that?" I asked. The husband and wife never budged from their seat on the sofa. With a quick look from the wife to the husband, she began to explain.
They explained that they had a daughter who took evening classes in a town nearby, and each night shortly after eight p.m., on her way home from her class, she would call her parents and tell them that she was safely on her way. One night, instead of the usual phone call, they heard a car pull into the driveway. When they answered the door, they were greeted with solemn faces of state troopers explaining to them that their daughter had been hit and killed by a drunk driver. As to be expected, they were completely devastated.
But within a day or two, the phone in their deceased daughter's room rang shortly after eight p.m. They explained to me that their home was only equipped with one phone line, and their daughter's phone in her room was connected in with all of the other phones. The mother of the daughter answered the phone, but no one was there. All that was heard was distant static. Then, night after night, the daughter's phone would ring again at precisely the same time each night. No other phones in the house would ring, only the phone in their daughter's room.
They believe that their daughter is trying to reassure them that she is okay and had chosen to do so through the promised phone call each night as a confirmation to them that she was in a better place. At the time when I visited their home, their daughter had passed away about two years before. These phone calls took place every night, they said. What a wonderful way for a daughter to help her parents with the terrible grief that they had went through.
i was reading ghost stories on the internet,and found this interesting one,would like to share it.
As the evening progressed, however, a very strange event would take place. We were interrupted in the middle of a conversation by a telephone ringing in the bedroom. I hesitated to speak, allowing time for my hosts an opportunity to answer their ringing phone. After a few seconds, I realized that neither had decided to answer the phone. "Do you need to get that?" I asked. The husband and wife never budged from their seat on the sofa. With a quick look from the wife to the husband, she began to explain.
They explained that they had a daughter who took evening classes in a town nearby, and each night shortly after eight p.m., on her way home from her class, she would call her parents and tell them that she was safely on her way. One night, instead of the usual phone call, they heard a car pull into the driveway. When they answered the door, they were greeted with solemn faces of state troopers explaining to them that their daughter had been hit and killed by a drunk driver. As to be expected, they were completely devastated.
But within a day or two, the phone in their deceased daughter's room rang shortly after eight p.m. They explained to me that their home was only equipped with one phone line, and their daughter's phone in her room was connected in with all of the other phones. The mother of the daughter answered the phone, but no one was there. All that was heard was distant static. Then, night after night, the daughter's phone would ring again at precisely the same time each night. No other phones in the house would ring, only the phone in their daughter's room.
They believe that their daughter is trying to reassure them that she is okay and had chosen to do so through the promised phone call each night as a confirmation to them that she was in a better place. At the time when I visited their home, their daughter had passed away about two years before. These phone calls took place every night, they said. What a wonderful way for a daughter to help her parents with the terrible grief that they had went through.
i was reading ghost stories on the internet,and found this interesting one,would like to share it.
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