I really didn't had anything to do in my workplace so I decided to write a fanfic about DOTA or Defense of the Ancients, an online team game that is quite popular in Cebu. Here's the first part.
3, 2, 1. The start of an ominous battle has started with the summoning of treants from Cenarius' spirit and I had to defend the world tree from the grasps of the most vile and evil creatures ever spawned in the face of the earth. I put on my armor, fitted my helm, hoisted my shield and held on my sword. I grabbed three ironwood branches because it is believed to have magical properties, or maybe I was scammed by that oh so sexy dealer. I ran as fast as I can to protect the first tower defending the army of the Scourge. The armies of the Scourge were rotten and mutilated, their skin hanging from their bones with flies happily surrounding them. And talk about their smell! I couldn't stand it and the only way the smell's gonna disappear is to smite them and extinguish their lives! As I ran towards a ghoul, I felt a stab of pain, a spear just pierced my side and the one who threw it was Akasha, also known as the Queen of Pain by her enemies. I had to be careful, she was an opponent who will not hesitate to kill. I continued on pushing on forward while dodging Akasha's spears. But how could I destroy the opponent's defensive tower when that beautiful freak of nature stands in my way? She just laughs at my attempts on slaying her as she disappears out of sight in a blink of an eye and retaliates with a flurry of spears at a distance. I had enough of the spears, the maniacal laughter and that piercing howl that gives me a headache, I decided I should teach her a lesson she'll never forget. While she was busily hitting my treants and ignoring me, I ran towards her at full speed, with my armor clinking with every step I make and she didn't have time to move. I bashed her with my shield and strike at her vital points, although I paused for a moment to take a look at her face. She was indeed beautiful, albeit too dead-looking to me. She was dazed and injured, and she tried to blink but I mustered all my inner strength and spewed a cone of fire from the bowels of my stomach. Oh, did I tell you that I descended from dragonkin? But alas, she quickly disappeared from my sight and ran towards their defiled fountain of life to rejuvenate herself. I was injured as well since I received a blow from her infamous scream and I drank a potion to heal myself. But before I could fully regenerate from the blows I received from the queen of pain, a huge, lizard-like creature came towards me with a smile so sinister I thought I was gonna be tortured for eternity if I was captured by that monster. It had giant wings and a belly so bloated I believed he just ate and handled a double-edged staff that was almost as large as itself. It raised its arms and quickly four tombstones appears, encircling me. I tried to run but I couldn't. A thing that looked like convoluted roots erupted from the ground and held my legs at place. The sky darkened and was colored red. The next thing I know huge meteors just came crashing onto me. I really thought I was gonna die. Thankfully, nothing landed on myself although one fireball missed me by an inch. The roots' firm hold on my legs loosened and I ran as quickly from the monster towards the fountain.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
The Return of the Comeback
Wow. It has been 3 years since I took up the persona of Monsieur Aronnax and wrote required entries to receive an acceptable grade in English during my senior year in high school. I had so much fun in writing down those entries and transforming them into melancholic and grievous entries that readers would become so downtrodden as to pick up an empty bucket and fill it with salt water. I'm now an incoming senior year but I still feel that I lack the maturity needed to be branded as a college student. Currently, I'm doing my on-the-job training and since I'm not in the mood to code for a project due on June 2, I'm gonna write instead. For those, who had already read my previous entries, a lot of years have gone by and I feel I have matured and this could probably change the way I look at things and for that I must warn you ahead of time.
Today however, I will extinguish Aronnax and write new entries as what I really feel. Prepare yourselves readers, as I will make you plummet down to hopelessness and make you wish you would have never tried reading this right now. Just kidding.
I'm gonna talk about the most talked about topic in the girls' bathroom (besides k-pop or j-pop), as well as in the boys too (besides DOTA and Elly Tran). Love. Go ahead, close this window quickly or puke and laugh your head off. You're the one who's gonna clean it up anyways. Love is a many splendid thing. Love is like a rosary full of mystery. Love hurts but sometimes is a good hurt. Love, love, love, I want your love. Love me, love me, say that you love me. And I could go on and on with songs about love. Well, isn't love that great? Yeah, in a sense but believe Mr/Ms. Love is an unpredictable freak of nature. Sometimes, it can make us believe that there are fairy tale endings but sometimes it can make us believe that Beast did ate Belle or that the little mermaid ended up in a can of sardines and eaten by his beloved prince. Yeah, that's a fact. Love can hurt and it's freakin' painful. I do think there are some unfortunate enough to experience this kind of hurt, and for that I feel your pain while there are some who are just so lucky that I'd wish I could be like them. Hey reader, did you had enough of this love talk that you'd rather want to write codes instead or even clean the whole house all by yourself then by all means go. The next lines would be indeed hard for me to share but let me. "The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else. "- this is a quote I just picked up on a website while I was bored, which I happen to be experiencing right now. For me, love is such a strong word that I'd just prefer to use the word like. It's painful but I have to deal with it. It's not the end of the world, there's still many fish in the sea. I'd lie to myself a hundred times and yes, it can reduce the pain but it's still there, like a leech that intends to keep you for dinner and just wouldn't budge off. It could be compared to a pain reliever if you like to be scientifically-inclined, yes indeed. Just like festering wounds, it will take time before it heals completely. I have always laughed about these kinds of things, but once you feel it, it's no denying that it's there, it exists and you're stuck with it, whether you like it or not. If you're one of my friends and are feeling so exasperated and terribly sad for me, then I assure you, I'm gonna be alright. I still have a full life ahead of me and I hope you'll continue on riding with me until I feel that I should stop writing again. Till the next part, Nico Sagun.
Today however, I will extinguish Aronnax and write new entries as what I really feel. Prepare yourselves readers, as I will make you plummet down to hopelessness and make you wish you would have never tried reading this right now. Just kidding.
I'm gonna talk about the most talked about topic in the girls' bathroom (besides k-pop or j-pop), as well as in the boys too (besides DOTA and Elly Tran). Love. Go ahead, close this window quickly or puke and laugh your head off. You're the one who's gonna clean it up anyways. Love is a many splendid thing. Love is like a rosary full of mystery. Love hurts but sometimes is a good hurt. Love, love, love, I want your love. Love me, love me, say that you love me. And I could go on and on with songs about love. Well, isn't love that great? Yeah, in a sense but believe Mr/Ms. Love is an unpredictable freak of nature. Sometimes, it can make us believe that there are fairy tale endings but sometimes it can make us believe that Beast did ate Belle or that the little mermaid ended up in a can of sardines and eaten by his beloved prince. Yeah, that's a fact. Love can hurt and it's freakin' painful. I do think there are some unfortunate enough to experience this kind of hurt, and for that I feel your pain while there are some who are just so lucky that I'd wish I could be like them. Hey reader, did you had enough of this love talk that you'd rather want to write codes instead or even clean the whole house all by yourself then by all means go. The next lines would be indeed hard for me to share but let me. "The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else. "- this is a quote I just picked up on a website while I was bored, which I happen to be experiencing right now. For me, love is such a strong word that I'd just prefer to use the word like. It's painful but I have to deal with it. It's not the end of the world, there's still many fish in the sea. I'd lie to myself a hundred times and yes, it can reduce the pain but it's still there, like a leech that intends to keep you for dinner and just wouldn't budge off. It could be compared to a pain reliever if you like to be scientifically-inclined, yes indeed. Just like festering wounds, it will take time before it heals completely. I have always laughed about these kinds of things, but once you feel it, it's no denying that it's there, it exists and you're stuck with it, whether you like it or not. If you're one of my friends and are feeling so exasperated and terribly sad for me, then I assure you, I'm gonna be alright. I still have a full life ahead of me and I hope you'll continue on riding with me until I feel that I should stop writing again. Till the next part, Nico Sagun.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
A Felicitous Ending
Greetings, my dear friend. I am glad that this the end. If you like, you would want to read the end of the end first but you would be an idiot doing that so just stick to the basics and read the end from the start. I assure you though, this isn't the end because the end isn't the end of my recollections but the end is the start of a new wave of recollections. I'm calling this the end because it is the end of the required blog entries requested by our teacher. So, just sit tight and I will recall how it all started.
My recollections started during the third grading of my Senior life. We had a new teacher, an alien face but he had an aura that tells us that we must respect him. I'm talking of a man named Elmer Montejo. I consider him as one of the best teachers that I had encountered but before we elaborate deeply my lighthearted teacher, let's return to how it all began. It all began when he required that we must make 5 entries each with a 500-minimum word condition every week. Isn't it hard? Of course, it is. Having to write 5 entries per week is a tough job, considering that we, as Seniors, are as busy as a printing press. It was very hard at first, but the problem did not eased up our problems during the next weeks but aggravated our problems because this project comprises 40% of our class standing and if we don't have it then we might as well feed ourselves to a school of ravenous piranhas.
Blogging is an educational activity, I admit it because I had learned a lot from it. Broadening my vocabulary, learning grammar and its complex rules, applying correct punctuation marks and correcting any wrong spelling. Of course, if an activity has its positive effects, it also has its negative effects. Tightening of pockets because we need it for logging in and typing our required entries and time management problems because we have little time for putting our required entries because of the hectic schedules we're dealing with. The blog project is both satisfying and tormenting. Why? Satisfying because at last you have something to write upon when you are depressed, angry, blissful or just plain bored. Tormenting, on the other hand, because you always carry the burden of thinking your problems on the blog problem such as time and money management but as we are UP students, we found a solution on treating these problems. Like spending less on invaluable stuff and equally dividing our time so that we could squeeze our blogging project on our schedule. It was quite an adventure for all of us, the Seniors, because we learned to set out priorities and learned to be responsible for our careless actions. I am thankful to our English teacher for showing me the beauty of blogging and teaching me to be more knowledgeable when it comes to English and its forms. Till next time, my friend. Once again, Monsieur Aronnax.
My recollections started during the third grading of my Senior life. We had a new teacher, an alien face but he had an aura that tells us that we must respect him. I'm talking of a man named Elmer Montejo. I consider him as one of the best teachers that I had encountered but before we elaborate deeply my lighthearted teacher, let's return to how it all began. It all began when he required that we must make 5 entries each with a 500-minimum word condition every week. Isn't it hard? Of course, it is. Having to write 5 entries per week is a tough job, considering that we, as Seniors, are as busy as a printing press. It was very hard at first, but the problem did not eased up our problems during the next weeks but aggravated our problems because this project comprises 40% of our class standing and if we don't have it then we might as well feed ourselves to a school of ravenous piranhas.
Blogging is an educational activity, I admit it because I had learned a lot from it. Broadening my vocabulary, learning grammar and its complex rules, applying correct punctuation marks and correcting any wrong spelling. Of course, if an activity has its positive effects, it also has its negative effects. Tightening of pockets because we need it for logging in and typing our required entries and time management problems because we have little time for putting our required entries because of the hectic schedules we're dealing with. The blog project is both satisfying and tormenting. Why? Satisfying because at last you have something to write upon when you are depressed, angry, blissful or just plain bored. Tormenting, on the other hand, because you always carry the burden of thinking your problems on the blog problem such as time and money management but as we are UP students, we found a solution on treating these problems. Like spending less on invaluable stuff and equally dividing our time so that we could squeeze our blogging project on our schedule. It was quite an adventure for all of us, the Seniors, because we learned to set out priorities and learned to be responsible for our careless actions. I am thankful to our English teacher for showing me the beauty of blogging and teaching me to be more knowledgeable when it comes to English and its forms. Till next time, my friend. Once again, Monsieur Aronnax.
Four Years of Ecstasy and Dysphoria
Dear reader, I hope you are all good and alive right now. Again, I am going to relay a recollection of mine to you. This time, my high school life. I suppose you had gone through with high school or are in high school right now, if you are not, then you are too young to read this my friend. I recommend you to close this window right away. Anyway, here is a brief excerpt of my life in high school full of tears and laughter.
I started as a Freshman in a state university which I didn't even knew existed. I was just a lucky guy to even have the privilege of studying in a prestigious school. I was designated to a section which was full of craziness and drama. It was section Villamor when my closed eyes opened to a different world. It was strange, my classmates were way more mature than me. I was terribly immature that time, with naive knowledge about what the world is actually. I could feel that I was in a foreign land, with inhabitants I couldn't understand at all. Time flew by and I understood them slowly but surely and then one day, I woke up to find out that I am one of them, that I belonged to this section, Villamor, and I am truly proud of it.
The next day, I woke up finding myself to be in my second year in high school. I was now a Sophomore.I belonged to a section where everyone were just as lucky-go-happy as me. We were like children prancing around the streets. We didn't care as long as we have fun and make the most of the time. Here, we learned to be more competitive and playful. Benton was a clan full of lively and playful people and that is why I consider this section to be my favorite section. Here, I learned to be diligent in my studies because this was my year when I received my first failure in a subject, with a grade of 73, I failed in my most hated subject, Geometry. I was a sophomore, like a bud waiting for the right moment to bloom and this time, the time had come for me to reach full bloom.
The next week, I turned 14 and I was a Junior, ready to live, love and fight. In this year, we had the two most grueling subjects of all time, Trigonometry and Research. At this period, I learned to love and had my first love. I learned to be more mature and escape my old self from its shackles. Being a Junior wasn't an easy task because I had to cope with many problems as many as the spikes on the back of a hedgehog but I loved it because it gave me the chance of being more responsible in my actions.
Now, I am a proud Senior, ready to face the real world outside, mature enough to be a real person. Here, I felt pain and joy at the same time. This was the time when I felt the pains of letting go and saying goodbye. I learned here that love is only temporary and that we must make the most out of it. This is the time that I have to show the real me and my outmost potentials. I am proud of my school, my friends and my experiences here.
Being a high school student isn't as easy as counting the numbers from 1-10 but having unforgettable experiences and memories can almost wipe out the problem of computing the 9th root of 12345. I am proud to belong in this school and in my batch. I would like to grab the opportunity of thanking my friends, teachers and my school. Thank you and I am pleased to have met you all. Till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
I started as a Freshman in a state university which I didn't even knew existed. I was just a lucky guy to even have the privilege of studying in a prestigious school. I was designated to a section which was full of craziness and drama. It was section Villamor when my closed eyes opened to a different world. It was strange, my classmates were way more mature than me. I was terribly immature that time, with naive knowledge about what the world is actually. I could feel that I was in a foreign land, with inhabitants I couldn't understand at all. Time flew by and I understood them slowly but surely and then one day, I woke up to find out that I am one of them, that I belonged to this section, Villamor, and I am truly proud of it.
The next day, I woke up finding myself to be in my second year in high school. I was now a Sophomore.I belonged to a section where everyone were just as lucky-go-happy as me. We were like children prancing around the streets. We didn't care as long as we have fun and make the most of the time. Here, we learned to be more competitive and playful. Benton was a clan full of lively and playful people and that is why I consider this section to be my favorite section. Here, I learned to be diligent in my studies because this was my year when I received my first failure in a subject, with a grade of 73, I failed in my most hated subject, Geometry. I was a sophomore, like a bud waiting for the right moment to bloom and this time, the time had come for me to reach full bloom.
The next week, I turned 14 and I was a Junior, ready to live, love and fight. In this year, we had the two most grueling subjects of all time, Trigonometry and Research. At this period, I learned to love and had my first love. I learned to be more mature and escape my old self from its shackles. Being a Junior wasn't an easy task because I had to cope with many problems as many as the spikes on the back of a hedgehog but I loved it because it gave me the chance of being more responsible in my actions.
Now, I am a proud Senior, ready to face the real world outside, mature enough to be a real person. Here, I felt pain and joy at the same time. This was the time when I felt the pains of letting go and saying goodbye. I learned here that love is only temporary and that we must make the most out of it. This is the time that I have to show the real me and my outmost potentials. I am proud of my school, my friends and my experiences here.
Being a high school student isn't as easy as counting the numbers from 1-10 but having unforgettable experiences and memories can almost wipe out the problem of computing the 9th root of 12345. I am proud to belong in this school and in my batch. I would like to grab the opportunity of thanking my friends, teachers and my school. Thank you and I am pleased to have met you all. Till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
A Solitary Loneliness
Dear reader, I hope you haven't been bored of the previous recollections of mine because if you do, then don't read this any longer. This recollection of mine tackles about sadness and loneliness. Well, isn't it a start? If you don't want to be lonely, reading this all alone, then I commend you not to read it all. But before you get all lonely and sad, here is a poem by ee cunnings which could interest you a little and drain you of your sadness.
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le
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fa
ll
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one
l
iness
le
af
fa
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one
l
iness
-ee cummings
I know what you're thinking. "Is this a poem?". Well, of course my friend but this one has a more meaning to it than looking at its enigmatic style of writing a poem. Take a look at the poem and you could figure out the sentence "A leaf falls", right? A falling leaf usually depicts loneliness. During autumn, for instance, where death spreads far and wide, a lot of trees are shedding their leaves but ever saw a tree with only one leaf left? If you were a person and that last leaf is your last friend, what would you do if your last friend leaves you? It is just like when a tree when its last leaf falls to the ground, leaving the tree lonely and without company. Take the sentence "A leaf falls" from the poem, what do you see? Isn't the word "loneliness" appears? This only tells us that the poem is about the feeling of loneliness. Look at the relation of "A Leaf Falls" and "Loneliness", isn't it somewhat related to each other? Both tells about oneliness and being all alone, without any company at all. The words "Loneliness" and "A Leaf Falls" are separated from each other. It emphasizes the feeling of a person being separated from another. Look at the letters, some like I, are all alone and noticed anything? A lot of I's can be seen on the poem but these letters might be also confused with the number 1. It is because in the early times, people used typewriters because computers in that time were very expensive but very bulky. So, ee cummings grabbed this opportunity to give the letter I two meanings: the letter I and the number, both giving the meaning of being alone.
Being alone isn't at all sad and gloomy but also, it gives the person experiencing it the feeling that no man is an island. Everyone needs companionship and one can't live without it, if you can, then you must be a lunatic. Being alone also gives you the chance to meditate and reflect on the things you have done, may it be good or hostile. It gives us the opportunity to appreciate the wonders of friendship because being alone only gives a life that is empty, gray and without any color at all. I hope you are not at all lonely my friend right now, till we meet again. Monsieur Aronnax.
A Portal of Unity
Greetings, my dear friend. Have you ever tried crossing a bridge in you whole life? I hope you had, except of you have a fear of bridges, then that wouldn't be possible. Anyway, below is an article made by three students who elaborated on what a bridge is, and you can find out in this article that bridges do not only serve as gateways to different islands but also as a tourist spot, can even be considered as a simple paradise and haven. So, I wouldn't make you wait any longer then, would I? Then here it is.
This mega bridge is considered as “The World’s Longest Center Span Extra Dosed Cable Stayed Bridge” by the Guinness Book of World Records. The 2nd Mandaue Mactan Bridge adapted the extra dosed pre-stressed concrete bridge type to meet the requirements of the Air Transportation Office for a limited tower height because of its proximity to the Mactan International airport and also provide enough clearance for unobstructed navigation of the Mactan Channel. This bridge was inaugurated by President Joseph Estrada on August 3, 1999. The company who constructed this “megastructure” was the brilliant Japanese company of Kajima-Sumitomo Joint Venture. The company who provided the cement was the Cebuano company of SNC Remicon Inc. It was said that it was constructed as a symbol of friendship between the Republic of the Philippines and Japan and envisioned to contribute immensely to the economic development of Cebu.
President Estrada ordered the construction of this megastructure to alleviate the traffic problem of vehicles traveling from Mandaue City to the island of Mactan. Even though there still stand the first Mandaue-Mactan Bridge, the traffic problem was still rampant so this was the solution that he thought of, to create a bridge that could help lessen the burden that people traveling from Mandaue to Mactan are carrying. Also, the bridge was strategically put so that traveling from mainland Cebu to the Mactan International Airport would be easier because it made traveling there faster and convenient. Not only is the mega bridge used for transportation, it is also used as a tourist spot. From the bridge itself, one can see the beauty of the azure waters of the Mactan Channel and when the brilliance of the sun fades out as to let Luna take her rightful throne in the sky, flocks of lovers come to the bridge to see the twinkling of the stars and the luminescence of the goddess Artemis. Another area that is a must-see is the mini-park under the bridge where refreshments are available.
The bridge was named after Marcelo B. Fernan, who was a Filipino lawyer and political figure. He is the only Filipino to have served as both Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and as Senate president. He is also the third Filipino to have headed both the judicial and legislative branches of government, after Querube Makalintal who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the Batasang Pambansa in the 1970s, and Jose Yulo, who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the House of Representatives before 1946.
Now, a lot of Filipinos are truly greatful to the counstruction of this considered megastructure. Nowadays, thy are not treating it only as a mere bridge but as a splendor of the ingenuity of Filipinos and the cooperation of the Japanese which only proves that Filipinos are industrious and hardworking. Also, Filipinos and tourists alike, are treating this bridge as a landmark where it is presented as a production of the labor of two countries and where they can appreciate the beauty of the waters of Cebu also. Truly, this bridge has opened the eyes of a lot of people that bridges can not only serve the people just for the solution of traffic problems but can also serve as a tourist spot, a proof that Filipinos can do anything only if they would only put their hearts into it.
This mega bridge is considered as “The World’s Longest Center Span Extra Dosed Cable Stayed Bridge” by the Guinness Book of World Records. The 2nd Mandaue Mactan Bridge adapted the extra dosed pre-stressed concrete bridge type to meet the requirements of the Air Transportation Office for a limited tower height because of its proximity to the Mactan International airport and also provide enough clearance for unobstructed navigation of the Mactan Channel. This bridge was inaugurated by President Joseph Estrada on August 3, 1999. The company who constructed this “megastructure” was the brilliant Japanese company of Kajima-Sumitomo Joint Venture. The company who provided the cement was the Cebuano company of SNC Remicon Inc. It was said that it was constructed as a symbol of friendship between the Republic of the Philippines and Japan and envisioned to contribute immensely to the economic development of Cebu.
President Estrada ordered the construction of this megastructure to alleviate the traffic problem of vehicles traveling from Mandaue City to the island of Mactan. Even though there still stand the first Mandaue-Mactan Bridge, the traffic problem was still rampant so this was the solution that he thought of, to create a bridge that could help lessen the burden that people traveling from Mandaue to Mactan are carrying. Also, the bridge was strategically put so that traveling from mainland Cebu to the Mactan International Airport would be easier because it made traveling there faster and convenient. Not only is the mega bridge used for transportation, it is also used as a tourist spot. From the bridge itself, one can see the beauty of the azure waters of the Mactan Channel and when the brilliance of the sun fades out as to let Luna take her rightful throne in the sky, flocks of lovers come to the bridge to see the twinkling of the stars and the luminescence of the goddess Artemis. Another area that is a must-see is the mini-park under the bridge where refreshments are available.
The bridge was named after Marcelo B. Fernan, who was a Filipino lawyer and political figure. He is the only Filipino to have served as both Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and as Senate president. He is also the third Filipino to have headed both the judicial and legislative branches of government, after Querube Makalintal who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the Batasang Pambansa in the 1970s, and Jose Yulo, who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the House of Representatives before 1946.
Now, a lot of Filipinos are truly greatful to the counstruction of this considered megastructure. Nowadays, thy are not treating it only as a mere bridge but as a splendor of the ingenuity of Filipinos and the cooperation of the Japanese which only proves that Filipinos are industrious and hardworking. Also, Filipinos and tourists alike, are treating this bridge as a landmark where it is presented as a production of the labor of two countries and where they can appreciate the beauty of the waters of Cebu also. Truly, this bridge has opened the eyes of a lot of people that bridges can not only serve the people just for the solution of traffic problems but can also serve as a tourist spot, a proof that Filipinos can do anything only if they would only put their hearts into it.
A Wistful Adieu
Greetings my dear reader, I fear that this is one of the recollections that is truly saddening and it breaks my heart to share it with you. Some say that sorry seems to be the hardest word but isn't goodbye the hardest thing to do? If you have arrived here without even knowing how or why then you should close this window because the contents of this recollection is full of sadness and gloom. If you are quite confident of reading this recollection without shedding a tear then your mom must be proud of you. Anyway, here goes nothing.
Goodbye is a word where almost all of the people around the world know, regardless of the language barrier, may it be English, German, Chinese or Filipino, each has its own translation for the two-syllable word: "Good-bye". Letting go is hard but it is an expression trust and faith towards that person, may it be a departed loved one or an air-breathing loved one. It is one way of saying that you love the person very much because love isn't immortal, it also fades away. Everybody experiences letting go and saying goodbye but it is as painful as being stabbed 15 times across your life-pumping heart, or in other words, it is definitely heart-breaking. Nobody stays forever with you, its either you yourself will be saying the word goodbye or the person whom is so special to you will. Everything in this world is temporary, nothing stays forever, we will always experience the painful art of letting go, whether we like it or not.
There are a lot of happenings where we must say goodbye and let go. Saying goodbye to a departed loved one. Saying goodbye to the one we had loved most is tormenting, in the sense that you may never see him/her again but again it is one way of assuring your loved one that you love him/her because you are definitely happy that he/she is in the afterlife, together with the Creator, safe and sound. Another is saying good bye to a loved one. Of course, it is as much painful that letting go with a departed loved one because you may or you may never see him/her at all. "People seldom say I love you and then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean I know you'll never go, only that I wish you didn't have to" (http://thinkexist.com/quotations/goodbye/). Letting go is a part of being human, may it be a curse that we must face it, it also gives us the strength to face a lively tomorrow and still hope that we only part to meet again.
It is really melancholic that the word good-bye exists but we have to face it, this word makes us humans, humans who love and miss. Even though it is hard for me to say goodbye my friend, I need to. So, farewell and till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
Goodbye is a word where almost all of the people around the world know, regardless of the language barrier, may it be English, German, Chinese or Filipino, each has its own translation for the two-syllable word: "Good-bye". Letting go is hard but it is an expression trust and faith towards that person, may it be a departed loved one or an air-breathing loved one. It is one way of saying that you love the person very much because love isn't immortal, it also fades away. Everybody experiences letting go and saying goodbye but it is as painful as being stabbed 15 times across your life-pumping heart, or in other words, it is definitely heart-breaking. Nobody stays forever with you, its either you yourself will be saying the word goodbye or the person whom is so special to you will. Everything in this world is temporary, nothing stays forever, we will always experience the painful art of letting go, whether we like it or not.
There are a lot of happenings where we must say goodbye and let go. Saying goodbye to a departed loved one. Saying goodbye to the one we had loved most is tormenting, in the sense that you may never see him/her again but again it is one way of assuring your loved one that you love him/her because you are definitely happy that he/she is in the afterlife, together with the Creator, safe and sound. Another is saying good bye to a loved one. Of course, it is as much painful that letting go with a departed loved one because you may or you may never see him/her at all. "People seldom say I love you and then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean I know you'll never go, only that I wish you didn't have to" (http://thinkexist.com/quotations/goodbye/). Letting go is a part of being human, may it be a curse that we must face it, it also gives us the strength to face a lively tomorrow and still hope that we only part to meet again.
It is really melancholic that the word good-bye exists but we have to face it, this word makes us humans, humans who love and miss. Even though it is hard for me to say goodbye my friend, I need to. So, farewell and till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
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