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cos i miss you.
miss vb. (tr.) regret the loss or absence of
and there's nothing you can do about it.


Friday, January 14, 2005

somehow my hand just shot up when 2ic sir asked who was willing to volunteer for aceh. about 6 men from my platoon volunteered. although aceh's rebel country, and we may have to work with the danger of getting shot while delivering aid to the acehnese, all of us who volunteered agreed that it would be just something we'll have to contend with once we're there. later kinda wondered what made me volunteer, till i flipped open the papers, and i was instantly convinced that if i'm called upon, i'll go to aceh willingly to help. splashed across the papers were pictures of children, no, toddlers who've been orphaned in a matter of seconds. just like that, their lives were changed drastically. scores of children were killed along with their parents, but many survived without them as well. how they did, we'll never know. for those who survived, all of them will grow up without experiencing the love of their parents. as someone who has a 5 year-old kid brother, i know i'll never let him have to go thru that. and when i look at the bodies of the kids, i cant help but think, "they look just like my brother.." so now fingers crossed i'll be activated, and i'll be given the chance to do my part to help.

indifference hurts more than rejection. so true. its sad how you don't care, not one bit at all.



lun @ 9:40 PM

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