I am Macky, a novel addict.
>To write... I scribble my thoughts on paper. It is a passion or just an odd habit of venting out the negative vibes of the day.
>Blogs. Blogs. Blogs.
>Bookstores and their substance!!!
>Though not musically inclined, music makes me appreciate more... that in life, we all have our own rhythms and beats. It is an expression, just like any other masterpieces.
>The outdoors. It doesn't matter who I am with... Going down a hill through a windy, muddy track while the raindrops trickle against your skin, that is one of the what-it-feels-like-to-be-alive moments.
>The sky. I consider it as nature's never-changing canvas.
>People who make me laugh (until the soda I was drinking comes out of my nose or until that bead of tear form on the corner of my eyes); those who show genuine kindness and those who really do things selflessly.
>Chocolates. <3 <3 <3
>Spaghetti, tinapa, chili soy sauce with calamansi, lasagna of Greenwich, potato fries... and a soda once in a while.
silence. gush of ideas. breeze of spontaneity. affinities. ponderings.
I am terrified about living in a bubble, in a comfort zone where adventures are way beyond reach. I want to step out and experience the world. At least before I die, I want to do 98% of my bucket list (yes, I do have that.). Death, pain and suffering are the world’s inexplicable art and they come in a natural state. That’s the beauty about them. However, living in the safe side is a fatality…
This is the third and final part of the Serial Killer III, the three-part post challenge. This is the sequel to #13 – Undoing the Day (2 of 3, That Day).I put off my plan to be a nanny, remember that classified I found a couple of weeks ago? I decided to do something which I never would have imagined doing. A custodian for the Lost and Found Center downtown. I was told to never get involved with…
This isn’t something that changed my life or something that I knee-deep love. It’s just an annual fair of strawberries and sure thing, there’s gotta be food and flower arrangement that has strawberries.
He makes Filipinos laugh and cry at the same time. Popularly known as Vice Ganda, Jose Marie Borja Viceral, is Philippine’s funny bone who shatters history of local comedy with all his gayness and universe-wide personality.
Scoops was an ice cream place they like to hang out in after school.
Dear Ice Cream, You know, I just discovered you’re a vampire, an Edward Cullen-like thingy. You’ve been born during the time when Jesus roamed the earth and when the Caesars ruled the world. Up until now, you never died? What’s your secret of…
“That’s why I don’t want to be stupid.” Those exact words were not as heavy to weigh in her realization of what actually he’s telling her. They were seated right there, at the very same non-smoking spot where they used to sit for every random meet ups. That night, they were just exchanging texts of how they both wanted to drink and just like that, an occasion of random chatter over beer was born.
When I was twelve, like any other typical Filipino families, I sure did live with my family. Our home is in a province where you wouldn’t miss vegetable terraces. I recall it was dubbed “The Salad Bowl of the Philippines” because it supplies the northern part of the Philippines.
Our house is a small one, a dot in the valley, but just big enough to fit us – and some relatives who stop for the…
It’s hard being a medical student. You spend your golden years stuffing textbooks upon textbooks in your brain, going through many years of schooling, taking too many exams to count, all while you try to stay as much of a human as possible. You loose contact with friends from your past, while they…