-:no more shadows:-

Sitting back on that old dusty couch while watching me undergo a series of immoral crap as if I am one of those unworthy reality TV stars is unfortunately disheartening, he said.

It’s a matter of LOVE gone WRONG due to the other half (me) being superbly blinded by the idiosyncrasies of this horrid world. You can say that no one stands a fair chance of avoiding to commit those commonest mistakes. Therefore learning from that unruly contest is a virtue.

For now, I shall say that this is not a matter of rebound or fast replacement, people. It’s just a matter of his decision to take forceful actions to prevent future reoccurrence. My…my… you’ve grown my fellow man.

Well, engaging in that long deep dialogue sure takes us back to August 2001. Such an adoring series of events takes place there after in which I can’t helped but share with my resident ‘uncle agony’. Ahakz…

Working on that last possible lifeline and being contented with the presence of the used to be ‘overshadowed’ other half is definitely something that requires full concentration.

So as in true olympics spirit we shall say, let’s the games begin…