Mad: Fuzzy!!!! This is a hard testimonial to write cause the more I think about it the more I know I will forget to mention essential elements that need to be addressed here and I don’t want to do that because the world of orkut and the world in general need to know how huge this one personality is and for those people who don’t know her all I have to say to them is: YOU NEED TO BE ACQUAINTED WITH THIS PERSON AND NEED TO DEPOSIT YOUR CONFIDENCE IN HER IF IT’S THE LAST THING YOU DO! An adhesive in life which will never give way no matter what test life will fling at you. She will do everything necessary to make sure she is there for everyone who will ask for her help in the slightest. I don’t know how she does this, sixth sense perhaps, but she can always (damn well!) tell if someone needs spirit lifting and she will very masterfully tackle with their problems that the other individual wouldn’t even comprehend she’s helped them which by far is the most purest form of helping others. Ingredients like Fuz make this

Mad: a dazzling place to be a part of. People like Fuz don’t have a bad side to them so rest assure you will never get into trouble with her. A very unique individual with an incredible sense of humour and I salute her. Go on dude rule the world, it’s your paradise!

The Third Dimension

And so it is...
Love spoils. There seem to be two dimensions to life.No, perhaps 3.
The first that defines the "good life" and the second that spells misery.
The third is completely at odds with the first two, and so much more interesting:
people don't matter. emotions play a minimal role. lust is cancelled out by intellect. relations play a minimal role. expectations become extinct.
and no that's not extremism, over-reliance on these very ideas seems extremist to me!
...and so it is. here's to new existence!

7th Oct. First flight to London.

Temperature

It feels as if I've got the gist. But somehow the finger keeps pointing back at me..and Im tired. Im tired of wanting to change, of wanting to stop being myself.

The Truth of my existence: I've tried to be what I thought I should be..trampling, in the process every atom of what I could be...and I've failed..yet this realization brings another accusation with it...and Im tired.

The thought of not being responsible for some of the greater misfortunes is comforting, but is it "right"?

Exhausted.