Don't Look Away x Joshua Radin

Taken on the second day of the eleventh month of year two thousand and eight.

'Twas the last day that I met my soldier boy before he goes off for field camp = 2 weeks confinement starting from this week = lots of live/dummy grenade throws = 6 days of killing imaginary enemies in the forest.

Amidst the major cramming for the Macroeconomics paper (which took place today and was KILLER. argh) and preparing for 2 weeks confinement in camp(again) we both managed to squeezed some time to play a little bit of soccer with the not-so-little-but-now-doubly-adorable Rifqy, before the 3 of us proceeded down to send Han onto the bus and on his way to gather with his fellow comrades-in-arms.

Sigh.

On a much, much brighter note, the papers for both Marketing Principals and Macroeconomics are over and done with... but everyone knows the real war begins on Monday.
Accounts paper.
Urgh, the evil that is Maths, how I despise you.







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i love the fact that you still write me letters... and seal and send 'em in envelopes.
and, i think its incredible, that someone i find so unforgettable, thinks that i'm unforgettable too.
i can't wait to see you.