someone.

great ideas which impacts today's technology often originates from primitive conceptions which are modified.

that is what makes man so smart.
and intellectual.
and proud.
and haughty.
and full of himself.
that he assumes he's above God.

bah.
that is bull.
wake up and look at yourself.

certainly don't look divine.
God is God.
you,
just be you.

a prayer.

surely goodness and mercy will follow me,
all the days of my life.

i will bless.
i will bless.
i will bless the Lord.

all the days of my life.
and i shall live by His ways and walk by His side.
and i will dwell in Him in His house.
all the days of my life.

23rd March.

so what happened? i can't recall much but on the whole, its a pretty sweet saturday like any other else.

i'm not complaining about it. i liked the day therefore i'm penning it down here. just so that i could fill up the space of words here and make it look like an entry other than getting to what happened today.

because i can't remember.
that's why i'm compensating by telling you today is great.

i can't remember.
don't bother asking me why.

freed.

if God could cause me to be disembodied.
i want to.
far away from anything else that matters to the world.

i am free in Him.

snort.

visuals are comprehended by the physical eye and the social mind.
art is appreciated by the masses, but the critics speak of another kind.
style is embraced by the secular, who compromises flesh over authenticity.
unnatural flair, is dishevelled and desolated by mere hypocrisy.

if you want art.
do it yourself.
what you create is what you'll appreciate more than anybody else.

disgruntled.

reality bites.

reality bites.
so don't always assume everything there is pleasant.
we mature faster and better understanding pain.
should yesterday linger, be noteworthy about the memories.
they are intangible.

the pursue of knowledge is insatiable.
but are we knowing too much for ourselves that it adversely does more harm than good?

i'm getting sick out here.

brained.

i wondered if writer's block is getting to me. i can't think of nuts to write about. i could go piece alot of words into strings of sentences and still not one can decipher what i'm getting at.

normal people would write about anything and everything under the sun in here. the what-nots and have beens are just many of the posts i've seen in the blogs of the majority. i don't want to write like that but looks like i'm hopping onto the bandwagon soon. maybe i already am. ramblings go on and on, but when they stopped they wonder if their written end does make sense with their started beginning.

i think i've just lost myself. ha.

sick.

so far everything's pretty fine and well. if i complained anymore in here no one probably bothers. which is a good thing. the only reason why i'm writing in here again is due to some less than dramatic happenings for the past week. needed another source of my own opinion that whatever i say doesn't offend anyone. even if i do.

so there.

too much of a good thing will become a bad thing. either that it becomes sickens me to such a redundant state that i wouldn't wish that i had taken it up in the first place. kinda like a reverse withdrawal of my state of addiction.

i'm talking about my games.