Hermione Hope
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The world never forget, except us
May 9, 2022, as the old saying goes, the playing field is even for all classes of people during election as everyone is given the chance to choose the leaders they want. The presidential election was not the ordinary choose the lesser evil race. This is the head to head battle of a widow vice president and the dictator's son.
By Hermione Hope 2 years ago in The Swamp
How to love when there is no love at all?
When I was on my teenage years, I have my own definition of love. The person should always think of me, care for me, do something for me, always express his love verbally to me and make me feel important. And I thought I found that. For more than two decades, we shared a lot of joys, triumphs, problems, silent wars, celebrations and many more. But as the days went by, the changes became visible and consistent. The kisses became frequent, the hugs became rare, the words of comfort and caring were diminished, the body languages of love were scarce and the communication gap widened.
By Hermione Hope 2 years ago in Humans
My Universe
It was 2am in the morning, she woke up due to full bladder. Upon return to her bed, she can't help but smile upon seeing the figure peacefully sleeping on the right side of the bed. Everyday, she thought she is dreaming. And if this is a dream, she wanted to sleep forever. She also smiled as she always recall how she ended up with the love of her life.
By Hermione Hope 2 years ago in Fiction
A & B
This is a story of 2 dogs who were taken away to their fur parents by death and family. Annie, is our dog since I was in grade school. She was brown, furry, naughty but nice. She was brought to us by my father as a puppy. We named her after the love interest of our favorite Japanese TV series. She was treated like a younger member of the family, pampered yet disciplined. She always know if someone from our family will went home. Steps away from the house, she will approach us and walk with us until we reached our doorstep. She even know when someone is calling her from a far. My father will just shout her name, and seconds later, she will appear from somewhere. No one dared to bully us because of her. Her growling fangs and loud barks will intimidate anyone.
By Hermione Hope 2 years ago in Petlife
It's a bad day, not a bad life
Just like the usual morning working routine, once you greet all your colleagues in your chat room, whether individual or group, you will expect that a huddle will be called by your superior. Few minutes later, your laptop is ringing and you had no choice but to answer and turn on your video. At the back of your mind, you are hoping and praying that this meeting will turn out well, unlike in the past few days wherein half of your day was "wasted" because your time was focused on listening and jotting down changing instructions and hearing the rants from your higher up on how your team was not delivering the assigned tasks, short of saying your team is ineffective. It's too heavy to bear, given that the team was just established in less than a month and there are piles of tasks to deliver. You know that everyone is doing their best, that aside from the team's tasks, there are other workloads to finish. You wish that you are an octopus, with 8 tentacles, or hands so that you will be able to attend to check emails, conduct meetings with your subordinates, prepare reports, interview applicants, participate in inter department meetings, analyze data, monitor the team's performance and others.
By Hermione Hope 3 years ago in Journal