Friday 13 September 2013

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Science

Numbers are as close as we get to the hand writing of God.
Numbers don’t lie. Politics and poetry, those are lies.
―Herman Gottlieb, Pacific Rim

Tuesday 10 September 2013

I Bid Thee Adieu, Grandmother

“Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.”
― Walt Disney Company


As I've been living my life for 21 years, I can't help but to find changes when I compare my childhood to my current phase of life. By 'changes' I refer to those things used to exist but now no longer do. Things that have been with me since I was born or since I was little, but now have left me. Although many new things came as time went by, but can they replace what I lost? Would they feel the same? Can they cure the pain of great loss I suffer?

I hate it when people tell me to let go. I hate it when people tell me to move on. I hate it when people tell me to stay strong. I hate it when people pretend to be wise facing sorrow. What do they know about my feeling? What do they understand about my grief?

Now and right now, the tears keep falling inside and sometimes it flows out as I've lost a very important person I'm fond of. Everything the person always did to me, nobody will do it the same, or