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No one reads my blog. So I can either pretend that someone reads it or the opposite. Maybe I will write about my self in third person.
I will.

Chris was laying down in middle of a busy street, his back flat against the earth, and the sun against his skin. He felt trapped, stuck in between the earth and the sun. He was bound into a place called society. Society never seemed too nice, too kind or too loving. I guess its unfair to blame the society as a single being, since it is made up of many beings. So I guess people were never too nice, too kind or too loving. Wrather, they were too volatile, too hurt, too sickened. And Chris felt tired... and stuck... trapped, inbetween the earth and the sun. So he felt like laying down in middle of the street. It was a forced step, a step taken towards freedom from the fear of the society. So he laid down on the street. To break that fear. But he was still scared. Because a car might run over him, and he will forget everything. And he didnt want to forget everything, he wanted to remember few things like his family, friends, the taste of the chocolate, the cool touch of the ocean, the great pleasure of lust and so on. So he opened his eyes and got up. cars were honking, people were yelling, ambulance was ringing. He dashed off, and ran hard. Because he was afraid that he was going to get into trouble.

aba doo ba doo ba di bab.

Doo Doo Doo la pop pop. Do op Do pop la pop pop. Le la la la pep pop pop. dip drop sop dop dop. La pop pop pop doop pop po

aba doo ba doo ba di bab bap.

My new song.

Dont have it at all

I dont got it all.

I dont have the long legs. I dont have the long fingers. My hair is not beautiful, my nose is not sharp, neither are my eyes. I dont have the height. I dont have the proportion. I dont have the money or fame. I dont have a nice car. I am not a genius, neither am I very smart. I live on a short stop of cash every month.

But I do have hands, stubby and thick, that will break your nose. I do have a nose, broken twice, and am not afraid to break it again. Broken face and knuckles, that just tells how adventurous I am. I do have legs, short and thick, and it will break your ribs. Its ok that I am short, because my leg will reach the head of a 6'3" swiftly. Its ok that my hair is not beautiful, I shave it whenever i want anyways. I dont have the money, but I spend it well, on others. I dont have a nice car, but hey, at least I can chill drive in peace. I m not famous, but at least those who knows me, knows me to be a caring person. I dont have the best grades, but its not too bad, at least I am enjoying college.

I might not have what the world demands, but hey, at least I am happy with who I am.

Marching through March.

Jan. Feb.... Now March.
New born characters of mine are becoming solidified little by little.
Its really great, Makes life much easier to live. And makes its more fun.
I am becoming a good person, or at least, I have the great desire to become the good and righteous like my father in heaven.
I really do have that desire. I guess thats a start.

But more than the start, its about the end.
How will it end.
I hope my desires will grow and prosper into a great characters that will allow me to have a Slammin ending.

I want to have a slammin ending.

So cheers, to the ends of our roads.

Not Grand!

Journal et moi.


Today the rain ceased not. How I love the sound of tear drops on my window. Still, I should feel the pain. Because the Mother nature cried today, in anger and sadness. I know because she was being belligerant with her loud screams and impulses of lights. Calm down mother nature, the Sun will come back tommorow. I promise.

Well kept memories in my left back pocket.

The way I see it... Photography.

Do you realize that when you die, You leave forever?

When you die, You will never ever be able to comeback to your home sweet home. Never ever back into the arms of your loved ones. Never ever will you feel the sweet kisses again. Never ever again will your emotions be felt again. Never ever again. Never again.

When you die, you will remain as particles, held deep inside of the people that loved you. But even then. You will slowly be erased from the earth, particle by particle. They too will die. And you will forever be erased.

Perhaps, that is why I love photography. It can capture the moment. The memory. The emotion. The situation. The motion. The site. The people.

Everything just stops for that very 1/60th of a second. It freezes. The moment never moves forwards or backwards... But just embraces that very moment.

So I dedicate my photography to my loved ones, in desperation to leave what traces that I might be able to leave behind.

Theme: Recieve from the Lord and Give to the others.

Method: Photogram

Material: photopaper.

From Heaven to Earth.

Sky to cross. Out debt to pay.

We receive with Humility.

There for go and Make Deciples. Your calling.

So we give.

Your love flows with Abundence and speed of light.

To the ends of the earth, Your word shall be preached.

So....

I decided today that I wrote enough worthless words on this blog. Time to up load some real tangible content.

Something Fresh, I think thats new.

sWho believes in the new start?
Who believes in the clean site?
Who believes in the unclogged pipe?

Well I Do.

And you should too.

I use to think that cutting my hair will give me a new start.
I use to think that cleaning my room will give me a clean site.
I use to think that sleep will unclog the pipe.

But thats not it at all.
Sigh.
Its not that simple, not a quick signature on a reciept.

Its the Bible, his word.
Consumed by his world.
To live is to die and to live is to Gain.

New clothes dont do it all.
New morning doesnt do it all.
New environment doesnt do it all.

It all start from the bible, and the prayer.
Then it drip drops like the sweet waters of the desert.
Then he paves the way into your heart, through your vains, to the to two hemispheres of your brain.
Awaikening.
Glory!
Then trough the pavement the rivers of mercy rushes in.
Then you Drown in the sea of love, consumed by his all.
All in all. none in none. He is His and I am His. He lives and lives in side of I. Lie no more and live more.

And then there was...

Give me a music to up lift my soul. Give me a song of David that brought so much comfort during pain. Lift me up with every beat, counterbalancing the bad with a thump. Raise me up with every note, rhyme it like a life that lives and dies in one song.

Because I m in a pain. Where did the days go, those days without worries. Bring me them back, those days of decision making without a second thought. Let me run to you, life of full dependence. Let me throw my self to you, life of purity. Those days when I knew no evil, days without barriers. Days without hate, guilt and deciet.

My phone is on a vibration for you...

Created by the Lord, Raised by the Lord, Led by the Lord. In all eternity, You alone have the authority over the earth and the heaven. In all 60 seconds in a minute, You alone litsten intently to my heart. In between my breaths, You alone hold me firm in your arms. In all my heart beat, You have not missed a heart beat of my life.

I in turn, slash your wrist. In turn, I stab your heart. In turn, I fall for another. In turn, I completely forget you. In turn, I take you for granted. In turn, I betray my self. Just like a whore who leaves the one who gave all, to quench the thirst of lust.

Why, My blood boils with anger at the act of unrighteouness commited by me. Why, My Lord, why, why, why I ask. Why do you love me so?

I know that I will never understand to the fullest.

But I want to thank you, my forever love, For never letting me go.
Your name is holy, powerful and beautiful.
And thank you for engraving your name unto my heart Lord.

Abba, etch your name unto my heart.

Thats right.

Sit Down.

And shut the Fuck Up.

Leave it to the architects.

-Howard Roark.-

Arch Gen One

Hi, My name is AGO.
Everyone has a story.
My story will perhaps be never told. But through my work, words and world, you will find glimpses of me.