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WELCOME.
This is a past time. An alternative output. There are no requirements. Just pure lexicon fun. I am Judd by the way. And this is where I go when my retainers hurt or when my windows turn red. Things just happen around here.
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[Oct. 29th, 2009|09:12 am] |
Wow. An entry. How happy is that?
Lately, I've been using the word "hi" a lot. My friends started it. And I think it's effortlessly cute. Right now, all I do is say "hi" when I don't have anything to say. It works like F5 or right-click>refresh.
I write here to tell something to someone. LJ is like texting, it's the easy way out, it's a lubricant to anything, everything. But most of the people involved in my entries doesn't have LJ or doesn't read my LJ. But it's ok, I am immune to anything unrequited.
The internet bores the hell out of me now. My downelink is on a recession. My facebook is now blah. And my Tumblr is just plain hungry for posts. And of course this blog. I don't really care about this blog anymore. I just go here to read how stupid, emotional and angsty I was. And of course, to correct my really bad bad bad superbad grammar.
My life now is one straight line. Steady. Still. Dead.
Sometimes. i feel like I am not loud enough to be Judd anymore. Sometimes I push myself to be the Judd that people know. That people love. But I don't know, nowadays I really feel like staying home and miss the people that really matter to me. Missing time happens only once and I think people should at least dwell into it. Presence is fun but absence is better and more dramatically satisfactory. I like it that I find warmth with toning down and I hope people will not assume anything from it. Times change, people change. I am too singular to shout anymore. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|10:52 pm] |
I double-click the My Computer icon. Stop.
Wait for my hard drive to be recognized. Open all files and folders.
Letter "P". One. Twice. Pictures folder turning blue.
Enter
I remember. Or sometimes I forget.
Same ending as always.
Copy. Paste.
LJ cut.
Symbols. Letters.
I want them to look normal.
Natural and effortless.
But now. This looks better.
This feels better.
Words. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|12:01 am] |
 kung naaalala mo pa dito mo ko unang tinakot, pinagtripan, tinaboy dito kita una tinignan, hinampas at inibig alam kong matatapos rin 'to pero sana bago mangyari iyon masabi ko man lang sa'yo ... |
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