And I amaze myself. And its tough to impress me, for anybody including myself. That's what I think, because very often, I go uh-huh when people telling me a discovery or something great. Unless I am in the mood for drama, which I am most of the time when I am with the people I am comfortable with.

But anyways. I am amazed at myself two times today, within an hour. I feel so great. Hohoho.

On a sidenote, I haven't been blogging. But I always feel like blogging. I always get this writer's flow within me. Always up to create a paragraph. I think I create very good paragraphs. Just that no one understands them. Its good. Its good that way. I never want people to know what is it about. Its not good, its unhealthy. In the back of my head, I believe it would get to whoever understands. It goes down, deep down. But I don't know where, just down. I think I am disturbed this way. Like how this paragraph is very much disturbing. It disturbs me, this paragraph.

I think of something and I made it to a sentence such as something that goes along the lines of: The dog is red. I thought of that sentence for a long time. Its the only sentence I don't forget. Its stuck in my mind. I know why the dog is red, and I think its very appropriate to something I know. But you don't know, you only know the dog is red. But whose dog, you don't know. Is it really a dog, you do not know about that, but I am sure you never really question the object of interest here. You really believe its something about dogs right? But no. Not about dogs. Why would I talk about dogs.

I think I have to stop.

My table is very messy and I think I need clothes. Even if I don't wear them, I need clothes. I need colourful clothes. Maybe a yellow shirt, a dark green shirt. I need something, but I don't exactly need this. I just want to have something.

Now I remember. I don't want something old, I don't want something new. I want something old.

There is a difference.