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Hey there ami. How are you today? I'm here to molest your pages
with nonsense things again. Listening to someone's cover of Up Dharma Down's song Tadhana.
she's pretty good.
A while ago, I was browsing my drive and found out piles of junk and
files I used years ago. Some are forgotten along the way,
some are lost as I move in higher education every year.
Documents, presentations and the likes. It'll turn out into an e-book if I would compile them.
Lucky you ami you aren't a document or something 'cause you
might also end up like them too.
Instead of deleting or moving them away, I'd rather keep them for
reference. Just in case.
disparu, mais pas oublié.
Silence is a kind of therapeutic communication. But sometimes, it turns out to be non-therapeutic.
Why?
Because in your silence, someone feels neglected.
Better not to be silent nowadays, right?
The lights from the nearby Television set and monitor shone warmly in my eyes--that, I could most vividly recall.
I went to this page and typed:
Découvrir ce qui nous attend. J'espère que c'est quelque chose de beau.
Discovering what's ahead. I hope it's something beautiful.
A wish of luck on my online journal-writing.
Here's a little thought I've been putting off for quite some
time now. I happened to be able to have some time to myself
'cause I couldn't find anything to do at the moment,
so I started writing on this online journal.
This is a little tribute to the great musician, Johann Pachelbel.
I know he's on to music as I am doing in this little...joint effort.
And yes, I've heard Pachelbel's musical pieces myself.
The online journal's called "Je t'aime," which means "I Love You" in French.
What I'm doing is writing all my queries from what I think of.
The junk I write in this can get really silly.
There are times that I can't think of anything. That's when I give up
and skip writing. I can try my best to write as soon as I get some free
time and silence at this journal I fondly call "ami" which means "friend."
Laurent Whitaker.
21, currently on his senior year in College in La Salle,
takes interest in music, feeling and emotion.
I live in the Philippines, and it's already rainy season.
He talks to this online journal
and I know you think that's stupid.
