Operation Fallen Finale.

A month more. 

Time's so precious now. 

Much to pick up. 

It seems so critical. 

I'm forced to decide. 

For whatever it takes, 

I'm going to endure it. 

I don't care. 
As long as it is nailed properly... 

I just don't want anything else to drop... 

except my weight. *eh*

Yeah whatever. Not my pic anyway.

The Present.

The company for lunch. 

First of November. 

I was in the car, asking my umi, 

"What's for lunch?"
"Tenggiri masak lada 

and some spinach soup." 

Suddenly 

it came to my head 

"Let's have something more. 

Fried chicken maybe? 

Well, I'll buy some at AEON 

when we get back."