ain't nobody knows me, not even me can see it
-jason mraz
[the emotional masochist]

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aarthi
absolute fact
absolut fake
ah neh
birentha
crunch
gareth
mo
pujus
roach
secret
shar
tas

_define me_

look into my world.
watch my life unfold.
see it as i will.
the story of a girl.

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Thursday, January 25, 2007
love. war. and the third person. ; 16:45

visha is thinking she has forgotten how to blog. visha hasnt blogged in ages. and visha is talking in the third person because her fellow flamingos keep refering to themselves in the third person as well. and it all gets very confusing when one flamingo is talking about all three other flamingos in the third person and then after a while you forget which flamingo is actually doing the talking and then the second flamingo asks for clarification in the third person and then the blur third flamingo cuts in with a random thrid person statement and then thee first flamingo attempts to clarify everything but gets everything confused and then you try to start all over again then the tird person comes and it gets all noisy again and then you're stuck. do you get what visha just said? visha didnt.

haha.

so now that im done jabbering away in the third person. i will go on to more inportant matters. oops. there are none. haha. gosh this is turning out to be an absolutely muddle-headed post. i think its all the love thats in the air. making me dizzy. the love. and the non love.

whoever said that true love exists is a moron. he obviously needs a reality check. and a trip to the 21st century. if true love existed then finding it should be easy, no? and we wouldnt have to make ridiculous choices and decisions. and people wouldnt be heart broken. and the world would be a happier place. ya right.

no wonder people rather go to war then embark on the quest for true love.

in war its either you die or you live. you win or you lose. you surrender or commit suicide. you're a hero or a villan.

but in matters of the heart everything gets all confused and complicated. you die so your lover will be happy. you win the hand of the girl but not her heart. you win her heart but she's still with the villan. the hero doesnt always have a happy ending. you could win and not be happy. you could lose your love and still be over the moon. the villian steals the heart of your love. the villian turns out to be a nice guy. suicide just complicates matters. and when you surrender life usually gets eaaier.

is that confusing or is that confusing.

tsktsk.


i think i shall go wage a war now.
visha's rational mind versus visha's creative mind.

either way i win.

ha!