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Monday, February 01, 2010

(1ST LT. ANGELICA M. VALDEZ, PAF)
THE ART OF LETTING GO...
It's over. You're gone.
Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to loose in the end? There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled. In the relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting; it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of love that was meant to be, a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end of the relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone unfair as it seems, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bitter sweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us knowing why. And we must forget not because we want to but we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eyes and every breath you take always remind you of him. It's like a stab of knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are billion of people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other. I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkle with a considerable space and time. Time heals on wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with "and they live happily ever after". Sometimes you have to part because of circumstances beyond the control. You have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. You have to cry temporarily to let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like its every dawn has it dusk. It sometimes we can't control something we have to live up. It's over. You're gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't mean forever. There were always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung on harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, somehow, someday…
... farewell my dearest friend. rest in peace now. you will never be forgotten. thank you for the memories we've shared together. you will always be my "pikoy". i will pray for you as long as i live. when you reach heaven, please pray for me... paalam, we will miss you so much.
Posted at 01:13 pm by RonaLacia
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Friday, October 23, 2009
Per Te
Sento nell'aria profumo di te Piccoli sogni vissuti con me Ora lo so, non voglio perderti Quella dolcezza così senza età La tua bellezza rivali non ha Il cuore mio vuole soltanto te
Per te, per te, vivrò L'amore vincerà Con te, con te avrò Mille giorni di felicità Mille notti di serenità Farò quello che mi chiederai Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te
Dimmi che tu già il futuro lo sai Dimmi che questo non finirà mai Senza di te non voglio esistere
Per te, per te, vivrò L'amore vincerà Con te, con te, avrò Mille giorni di felicità Mille notti di serenità Farò quello che mi chiederai Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te
Non devo dirtelo, ormai gia lo sai Che morirei, senza di te
Per te, per te, vivrò L'amore vincerà Con te, con te, farò tutto quello che mi chiederai Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te
Translation
For You (Per Te)
I smell in the air the scent of you Little dreams had lived with me Now I know, I don’t wanna lose you That sweetness which has no age Your beauty has no rivals My heart wants only you
For you, For you, I’ll live Love is gonna win With you, With you, I’ll have Hundreds days of happiness Hundreds nights of serenity I’ll do what you’ll ask me to I’ll go always anywher you go I’ll give all the love I feel for you
Tell me that you know the future, yet Tell me that this is not gonna change Without you I don’t wanna exist
For you, For you, I’ll live Love is gonna win With you, With you, I’ll have Hundreds days of happiness Hundreds nights of serenity I’ll do what you’ll ask me to I’ll go always anywher you go I’ll give all the love I feel for you
I mustn’t say it to you, by now you know it That I would die without you
For you, For you, I’ll live Love is gonna win With you, With you, I’ll do Everything you’ll ask me to I’ll go always anywher you go I’ll give all the love I feel for you
Note:
this song reminds me that despite of the chaos all over this world, love remains the greatest and the best thing you could offer to somebody. only love will keep us alive and hopeful.
Posted at 12:53 am by RonaLacia
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Tuesday, December 02, 2008
The Art of Saying Goodbye

The Art of Saying Goodbye
Why do we have to part while love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have to end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, poems left unwritten, letters left unread, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled..
In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick these pieces again. More often than not, those who go feel not the pain of parting. It is those who are left behind that suffer, because they are the ones left with memories of the love that was.
At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant, but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, and without us knowing why. And we must remember, not because we want to, but because we have to...
In letting go, sorrow comes not as a single spy but in a batallion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eyes, and every breath you take reminds you of him. Its like a stab of the knife, or torture in the night. Funny how the whole world became depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine how many billion people on earth and yet, you feel lonely and empty without him.
I don't know if it is worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkle with considerable space and time. Times heal all wounds, but it takes a little push on our part. Not all wishes come true. And not all stories end with ". . . AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER."
Sometimes we have to part because of some circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry temporarily to let go of the pain. Every beginning has its end, every dawn has dusk. Its something we can't control, something we have to live up with.
It's over...but life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.
Posted at 09:25 pm by RonaLacia
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Thursday, September 04, 2008
CEBU

this was taken when we had our group outing together with our trainer Asher. First time to join such an activity with some of my groupmates in PS. it was a very hot sunny saturday when we went to Mountain view. quite a nice place to relax and unwind. it has been a long time also since i last visited this site. i miss the place. i miss my "diary". now i'm starting to go back to my old days of writing or shall i say typing. i wish i could do more or write more this time. life in this new place is kinda hard but as i try to reflect on the brighter side of this life, i realize... i had chosen a great opportunity to grow up maturely and be able to live indepently. this life would be my stepping stone to a greater journey in the future. albeit i miss my family at home, the thought of helping them still prevails. whoa! here i go again... ehehe! first entry after a couple of years.
Posted at 11:55 pm by RonaLacia
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
the worst fear i've have ever thought before had already came. March 29, 2007 around 19:20 we heard a couple of gunshots. it was my mother's loud cry that really made me shiver. my brother was shot by some unknown men. he had 11 gunshot wounds. who would survive in that kind of killings? my family really grieved for the loss of our eldest brother.
two years had passed, i thought we had really moved on. i thought i had buried the very sad memory into the bottom of oblivion. but i was definitely wrong. last night, while my boardmates were busy talking about the robbery incident and the frustrated killing of our boardmate's parents, i suddenly found myself crying and shivering in fear. i don't know what to do then. what had happened to my brother two years ago kept flashing on my mind. it was as if very fresh that it had just happened right that moment. i can't eat nor say something. i just burst out my feelings through crying. i wanted to shout but i'm afraid they might get panic. my heart was beating so fast. strange as it may seem because i have known that my heart usually beats slower than normal. it was as if i had jogged several kilometers. i wanted to get wild but i just can't. tears kept falling from my eyes.
i don't know when will i be able to recover from the said incident. what is clear to me now is that i am still suffering the aftershock of that memory. i wish i had done something to prevent him from dying. but then all are wishes and dreams which will remain as it is and never will come to reality. i miss my brother so much. i wish i had told him how much i love him, how much i need his company and care. i may be given a thousand brothers in his stead but they will never take the place my Kuya occupies in my heart. i still need an elder brother to turn to. there are times, naisip ko, mabigat pala kung ikaw ang sandalan ng lahat. it's still nice to have someone to turn to, to lean on and to tell all of my fears. i still need my Kuya. but what else can i do? wala na sya and i have to be strong for my family. the only question left unanswered is, when will i be able to recover from this nightmare?
Posted at 04:35 am by RonaLacia
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I am Rona Villa J. Lacia. Most of the people around me do call me "ate". i was even bagged as a certified "Ate ng Bayan". yet there are still others not to mention the seminarians and priests who considered me as the opposite one. calling me "kuya". albeit i'm getting used to it, i still prefer to be called the aforementioned rather than be considered a man. according to my BESTFRIEND "I was born a woman, i will die a woman". i am not tomboy nor lesbian. it's just that the doctors had removed my proof of being a woman. they should have given it to me so at least i could show them some proof.
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