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I am a funny sort of person. And I know this. I have know that for years. Where most people would have been "creak creak" about something, I would be "blah blah". But only according to what. I know that I can not do anything competitively. For all the speed and strength that I had would just go to waste as soon as it turns into a competition. I hate to lose the joy I had for something. I have experience that few times and it is sickening.

Train Of Thought

It has been a while since I had a serious thought or maybe not. My purpose is not to remember every single thought that flies through my head. The thoughts that are repeated the most are the ones that I dive more into. The ones that I attempt to lose myself in. I like to lose myself in my thoughts once I can. I like to see where it would lead to. What desires I had hid even from myself.

I enjoy listening to music. I was asked this evening what kind of music I like. I responded by saying whatever grabs my interest. I explained by saying, I may like a song but not the group or a certain genre, just that particular song. But first I will explore the other songs that group or person may have to offer, and if I don't like it well then it is just that one song. But if I do like the other songs then I like that group or person. I have music to listen to for all moods. Music for postings, music for projects, music for crocheting, music for washing, music for when I am depress and music for just to listen to music sake. I hate it when people think you should always be in one specific mood. I am human just like them unless I wasn't told.

But while I was making this post, I was experiencing one of my thoughts I had the other day. I felt I haven't use my blog the way I was suppose to. Express things I wanted to express and say and let out. I know that I have done that but this blog was suppose to be very personal and it wasn't.

That is all for now. My train of thought was crash in a hill where the tunnel was not made yet.

Looking

I feel like I am losing track of me. I am a way these certains days that I am going to try to stop. I didn't actually make myself like that but I know I cant stop, so I will. I know that in this life I will meet different kinds of people, listen to different types of music and taste different flavours that food holds. I know that everyone has secrets. Everyone has something that they prefer they only know. I understand that people have different attitudes towards different topics and ideas. Like I was saying, I know me. But the me that I want to be is still afraid to scream and shout out loud.

I was doing a trini search on google and came across a trini joke. Here is the joke:

"Trini Hell Joke"

Trini Hell......A man dies and goes to hell. There he finds that there is a different hell for each country. He goes first to the German hell and asks "What do they do here?" He is told "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the German devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day." The man does not like the sound of that at all, so he moves on. He checks out the USA hell as well as the Russian hell and many more. He discovers that they are all more or less the same as the German hell. Then he comes to the Trinidadian hell and finds that there is a very long line of people waiting to get in. Amazed he asks "What do they do here?" He is told "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the Trinidadian devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day." "But that is exactly the same as all the other hells - why are there so many people waiting to get in?" Because there is never any electricity, so the electric chair does not work, someone stole all the nails, and the devil used to be a public servant, so he comes in, punches his time-card and then goes back home..."