I cried.
It’ll be good though. He’ll be able to get his knee fixed up, he’ll get a chance to be at his best friends wedding, and he’ll get time with his family. But in the mean time, I’m alone. And it just so happens to be a year to the day when we left together for Singapore and Malaysia.
In the sprit of the holiday-- some pictures.
Roti and 100 plus at 4am.

Iced Milo.

Tioman.


And I miss this guy.

I don't miss this sunburn.

And I don't miss the debilitating fear of diving.

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