SHORT AND NOT-REALLY-FUNNY STORY.

X: Mooch Mooch.

Z: If you keep making sound like that your blind cat would think you're a mouse and start to be friendly when meeting a real one.

X: But she's blind, she can't see a mouse. She thinks every animal kind is her kind.

Z: She can't see a kind but she can smell one. Every kind smells different.

X: True. But it doesn't mean if something smells different, it would be a mouse, which means she wouldn't assume it was a mouse immediately.

Z: Could be. But she'd know it wasn't a cat.

X: Not really. She could think: "This cat is weird."

NONSENSE QUICK NOTE.

I don't know where to start in this post so there will be a mess.

There are days I just want to sit on a windy rooftop that overlooks a broad view, let it sink and I take it all in easily.

In this creative industry, people have to damage themselves to create the best work. So the most beautiful things are the results of heart breaks and insidious pain.

There is beauty in something or someone that looks like a mistake. Perfect imperfection is perfection. Imperfect perfection is obviously an unfinished work. Nevertheless, the word perfect gives people desires.

Weirdness means it's unknown or not understood yet. If it already is and still remains weird, the it thing must have its difference. In my case, I still think I'm normal and easy to get. I have my differences but overall, I'm incredibly friendly.

My new pair of pants are so fine they make my bedtime t-shirt look so good.

Circle of Pain. Louisiana Lasagna. Pancake Stop. Handsome Babe Hot Ass. They are names for band that came up in my mind a minute ago. Will people use any of those? If yes, would you kindly let me know? Make it happen via my email: jamie.nguyen.bao@gmail.com

Yeah. What an odd idea. Maybe I just want pancake.