Just another story... Same like last time.

Let me tell you something about love, my friend.

Love has a verocious appetite.

It just eat up everything. Families, friends, co-workers, enemies.

Everything and everyone.

If you just feed it right, it will grow into something beautiful, over-feed it and it will grow fat and ugly. Fat and ugly.

And if you starve it enough, it will shrivel, bend over and die.

Last year, a few weeks after today... I was happy.

I was in love.

Now I'm just a demented, sexually-frustrated, person. Not even a person, I dont feel like one anymore.

I guess I should stop typing now...

Pix.

Me trying to forget.

Me with beautiful people. Beautiful people are so vain. Trust me. I know. I've been attached to one for almost 1 year.

Me preparing for The Andamans' Arabian Night. It's on the 11th and 12 June. Perfect timing. That was supposed to be the day My baby and I to be somewhere far away. Celebrating. Just the two of us.

Another one of me looking so not like myself.

Another one.

Me at work.
Looking happy although I dont feel happy. I dont feel much these days. Just wanna stay at home. In the dark, in my room.

I wore this to work. It reminds me of a story about 3 beavers...

little girl walks in on her mom in the shower ands asks, "Mommy mommy, what’s that?"

Her mom replied, "That’s my beaver."

Next day the little girl walked in on her grandmother taking a shower and asked, "Grandma grandma, what’s that?"

Her grandmother replied, "That’s my beaver."

Third day the little girl walks in on her mother taking a shower and asks her, "Mommy mommy, what’s that?"

Her mother replied, "That’s my beaver."

The little girl stated to her mother that grandma’s beaver must be dead cause it’s tongue is hanging out.