<p></div> </div></div> <DIV style="LEFT: 408px; POSITION: absolute; top: 577px; width: 545px"> <div class="content"> <p> <div class="head"> deaprture </div> <div class="date"> Tuesday, July 10, 2007 </div> <p> <div style="clear:both;"></div><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I don’t know how to explain. But I’m lost.<br />I don’t know who to go to now.<br />He’s leaving tomorrow.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">My pillar of strength.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">My true friend.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">My motivator.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">My favourite person ever.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">My everything.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Its so hard for me.<br />I know, I know its for a good cause.<br />But its for two years.<br />He always had my back.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">He was so protective over me.<br />Still is.<br />He tells me what to do when I’m lost.<br />Or even when I’m not.<br />He solves my problems in a jiffy.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">And now I’m going to be all alone.<br />9.20 pm tomorrow and I’ll never see you for atleast 6 months.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I still remember when you were <span style=""> </span>enlisted to serve.<br />When you left home, you said, “ take care, study hard.”<br />That few words made me tear .</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">But I was secretly glad you couldn’t be a normal army man due to some problem.<br /><o:p></o:p>I was glad you came home within 1 week from being in camp.<br />I never knew then that it was because you are going to be going away for another 2 years.<br />Everything happens for a reason huh?</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">But you are the reason I never lost confidence in myself.<br />Even as people in my life entered and left, I always had you bro.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Always did.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />While you’re gone now, who am I going to turn to?<br />Yes, the modern tech these days are good. But nothing’s like having you around.<br />Nothing beats that.<br />Who do I go to when Mum doesn’t allow me to go out? Lol.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Who do I go to when I get bullied by randoms?</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">And come tomorrow, the moment you go beyond the glass doors of the airport,<br />I know I can’t cry.<br />But I can’t don’t cry .<br />Its like a feeling of desperation seeing your love one going and being able to do nothing.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I know its just for your degree.<br />Its just for 2 years.<br />But the next 2 years of my life is going to be challenging.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">How hard it is going be, I’m unsure.<br />I just hope , the next 6 months atleast flies off fast.<br />Before I see you again.<br />I don’t know if I can be what you want me to be.<br />But I’ll work hard bro.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">My promise to you.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Thinking about it, I know you’re going to do all of us proud.<br />Not only our immediate family but <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">all our uncles,aunties and cousins.</span><br />You will bro. I know.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Is this the only way I’ll know your value?</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I lost it.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I’ll always love you bro.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">You don’t have to worry though.<br />I'm pretty sure you’ll have a blast there.<br />You’re one sociable person I know.<br />No worries about getting on there.<br />You’ll survive.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">But will I?</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">The tears will not stop for a while now.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I just wish bro….. had a bit more time to spend</span>.</p> <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UGqVcQ6apkHtDUCAStIxLIS2hAF69U0NRejqx27Yy2omFk_L058CR5F8wvTiPONW6AdgSk1rts8zVF-zTeQl7IwUdYxVWECdaRygAHag6Svlc2enLC4rHP3WPAZDKbcRH4YCpg/s1600-h/different.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UGqVcQ6apkHtDUCAStIxLIS2hAF69U0NRejqx27Yy2omFk_L058CR5F8wvTiPONW6AdgSk1rts8zVF-zTeQl7IwUdYxVWECdaRygAHag6Svlc2enLC4rHP3WPAZDKbcRH4YCpg/s400/different.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085556307237202578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lAdaPX0TkbM-9DXkqW-qVN6EPQySuYGqDb9UHtuvLONdKv7S0x0sblteWKkEhJwujipglN7DnhXUKb227XF60mTanhdTiKp2N9Zz4n3XIInWgkMIA13c0Lhz88s6g00kP6fRGw/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lAdaPX0TkbM-9DXkqW-qVN6EPQySuYGqDb9UHtuvLONdKv7S0x0sblteWKkEhJwujipglN7DnhXUKb227XF60mTanhdTiKp2N9Zz4n3XIInWgkMIA13c0Lhz88s6g00kP6fRGw/s400/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085556311532169890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0p3eU5CjSGrdkxuGRZuNdHT6Xvu_PMnXSXRKh3zeHITz-lD_dVBK5XG66GZ0JlCb4ADOctybgC0SJm4bEIbSGpJpqSw1YQcof6UOzwvqXQPx37Ocj1YzCqVCLOG2-5a0TknpI5g/s1600-h/P1011608.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0p3eU5CjSGrdkxuGRZuNdHT6Xvu_PMnXSXRKh3zeHITz-lD_dVBK5XG66GZ0JlCb4ADOctybgC0SJm4bEIbSGpJpqSw1YQcof6UOzwvqXQPx37Ocj1YzCqVCLOG2-5a0TknpI5g/s400/P1011608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085556315827137202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKfysQAvXCyb5vje-_x9AH4WlTDYiDfUK1m_vd5HC56k2-6se0_8FJ5lt5IpwUVupH-ml91nI1Wo8uzvM-E5N4UFsVNNeTcUJxPLzRptx6tRbbq-9PA4tmOgtqG9Kk2UfdXDIuQ/s1600-h/IMG_2523.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKfysQAvXCyb5vje-_x9AH4WlTDYiDfUK1m_vd5HC56k2-6se0_8FJ5lt5IpwUVupH-ml91nI1Wo8uzvM-E5N4UFsVNNeTcUJxPLzRptx6tRbbq-9PA4tmOgtqG9Kk2UfdXDIuQ/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085556315827137218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkGFrKMx4czMoYBJHoUpwlO6F4AzUDjHtGY71EV9Qrjfu5ZcTWL5In9lpGPPjGWrU5qCuJfO5Foe-5JVb8H_-Inah3j9-LmKYoRfolRIMtcihBXmkj9YX0scqciZYqaofU-t3qw/s1600-h/IMG_2528.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkGFrKMx4czMoYBJHoUpwlO6F4AzUDjHtGY71EV9Qrjfu5ZcTWL5In9lpGPPjGWrU5qCuJfO5Foe-5JVb8H_-Inah3j9-LmKYoRfolRIMtcihBXmkj9YX0scqciZYqaofU-t3qw/s400/IMG_2528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085556328712039122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlDdjMFjjMvxM2LSM6xDMJw4WuHXu5_-98-FocwXZ0bmHuOV_MN4EzUO_OMIOFSy9QPlHCz7Z5itLW6W_l3qKJ5qMP9tUycs-L97ZNJxDI6bxNGUK2bryd0LKEAzFuWhbeh-tvA/s1600-h/meandbro.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlDdjMFjjMvxM2LSM6xDMJw4WuHXu5_-98-FocwXZ0bmHuOV_MN4EzUO_OMIOFSy9QPlHCz7Z5itLW6W_l3qKJ5qMP9tUycs-L97ZNJxDI6bxNGUK2bryd0LKEAzFuWhbeh-tvA/s400/meandbro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085556513395632866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />24 hrs....<div style="clear:both; 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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

I don’t know how to explain. But I’m lost.
I don’t know who to go to now.
He’s leaving tomorrow.

My pillar of strength.

My true friend.

My motivator.

My favourite person ever.

My everything.

Its so hard for me.
I know, I know its for a good cause.
But its for two years.
He always had my back.

He was so protective over me.
Still is.
He tells me what to do when I’m lost.
Or even when I’m not.
He solves my problems in a jiffy.

And now I’m going to be all alone.
9.20 pm tomorrow and I’ll never see you for atleast 6 months.

I still remember when you were enlisted to serve.
When you left home, you said, “ take care, study hard.”
That few words made me tear .


But I was secretly glad you couldn’t be a normal army man due to some problem.
I was glad you came home within 1 week from being in camp.
I never knew then that it was because you are going to be going away for another 2 years.
Everything happens for a reason huh?

But you are the reason I never lost confidence in myself.
Even as people in my life entered and left, I always had you bro.
Always did.


While you’re gone now, who am I going to turn to?
Yes, the modern tech these days are good. But nothing’s like having you around.
Nothing beats that.
Who do I go to when Mum doesn’t allow me to go out? Lol.

Who do I go to when I get bullied by randoms?

And come tomorrow, the moment you go beyond the glass doors of the airport,
I know I can’t cry.
But I can’t don’t cry .
Its like a feeling of desperation seeing your love one going and being able to do nothing.

I know its just for your degree.
Its just for 2 years.
But the next 2 years of my life is going to be challenging.

How hard it is going be, I’m unsure.
I just hope , the next 6 months atleast flies off fast.
Before I see you again.
I don’t know if I can be what you want me to be.
But I’ll work hard bro.

My promise to you.

Thinking about it, I know you’re going to do all of us proud.
Not only our immediate family but all our uncles,aunties and cousins.
You will bro. I know.

Is this the only way I’ll know your value?

I lost it.

I’ll always love you bro.

You don’t have to worry though.
I'm pretty sure you’ll have a blast there.
You’re one sociable person I know.
No worries about getting on there.
You’ll survive.

But will I?

The tears will not stop for a while now.

I just wish bro….. had a bit more time to spend.















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