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.
Color. [Of how when someone crosses your mind and it feels like there’s ethereal sunshine brightening your day. Or of that moment when you looked up and there’s the crescent moon gazing back at you and wondered if, some miles away, he is looking up at the solitary celestial grandeur like you are doing at the moment.]
3.30.2013 There are some days it’s down to more than a degree and you just can’t help yourself to wish it’s summer again. #positivity #summertime #supahcold
"As long as the stars are above you… And longer, if I can… As long as the sea is bound to wash upon the sand… And longer, if I may." I am so loving this song. #onrepeat #fullmoon [Time: Those hands will turn on for like ever and then the moon will be brighter… and closer, close enough you dare to grasp it. But you can’t. And you shouldn’t. If that moon is set to shine for you, it will. The moon is not as fickle as time. It comes and goes, lingering for a while until it would be bright and beautiful. You just have to wait for that august-sky moment. ~macky]
12.29.2013. AM. Location: Itogon. @bringthepartytothepeople. [Blindspots. The broadsheet headlines. The taste of a sweet, sugarcoated mint candy. The sprout of grass in a crack on the pavement. The upturned curls of the corners of his lips. The core of a very old book. That one face amidst the crowd.]
Tambay sa secret hideout ni Kidlat Tahimik. Ifeel daw dapat na taga-Abra para masayang nagbaballiwes. ;);) #pakgong
One December night, when it was sooooo cold numbing, I tried chopping off from a dried, old pine wood sitting by the cinders in an attempt to at least make the cold bearable. I gathered the wood pieces and lit them using the kitchen stove. It was until later when my Dad saw me struggling, tending a fire by holding the pieces in one grip. “It needs air. You need it to breathe,” he said as he took my little torch from my hands and spread them. True enough, the risen of the pine caught the fiery orange thingy and they started burning. A little while later, it got warmer and comfier as the chunk of woods send out flickers. Still, very well said Father dear. That was comforting.
12.29.2013 Happy morning in Itogon, Benguet with a bunch of uber-cool people. Another one that made my year. [Some mornings are made of sunshine, coffee, French toasts, and dew drops. Others are made of clouds you won’t get up that dew drops seem to come from your own eyes. ~ macky]
Sometimes, you have to learn to be brave… To walk alone. #courage