CPA Passer Jan Lord Lumabao

Congratulations to John Lord V. Lumabao for passing the CPA Board Exam this October 2012. Hats off to you and more successes to come.





-Mac

Vanilla Smell

I smelt (im not sure if there's a verb like that) my body...
and it smells like vanilla
it tastes like vanilla
and it's for real.


I tried looking for a vanilla soap but i couldn't find one.
So i checked the internet
and yes i can create one.


Now, here's the reality. Imagine your soap bath or bath milk flavored with vanilla, it's going to make you awesome as soon as your body touches the bed - more, for a deeper, sounder slumber, of great dreams, and of great satisfaction.


Read this again, to know what i'm meaning.

if you didn't get it, then read it again until you get it.

Don't give up, drop me an email : mac.deuz@gmail.com or reach me thru my Facebook Page.



MAC-

Twitter Verification

I've been kind of OC lately on my twitter account, i've been wanting the blue checkmark next to my handle on twitter. And sad to say, Twitter isn't accepting verification from the public, in short, the user cannot initiate the verification, instead, the user has to wait for Twitter for the initiated contact if there is a need to verify the account.

Here's a snapshot from their website. an FAQ per se about verification of accounts:

Click here for more

Angel

.. resurrected from the archives of 2011




Angel
your eyes amazes me
searing so deep in my soul
and your smile so spontaneous
leaves me breathless on the ground
i don't know how to say this
but i guess i couldn't really admit
that you are so mystical
angel that brings bliss in my life
go on and soar above my angel
be always wary on your thoughts
for i know you've a heart so golden
that straighten those unlikely ones



MAC
October 15, 2011

Ambush

Muted breeze of the ber months

October is almost gone

Leaves curled without discontent

Just waiting to disintegrate

To be part of the barren soil

To enrich... to nurture...

This thirsty earth

Full of putridness

Where once the magic

Was at its best

Nowhere to feel

Nowhere to relish

Where the old has once tasted

And the young to never discover

For the rain has ceased

Bringing no more rainbow

For the eyes to awe

Nor the chilling wind

For the skin to bristle

Nor the mist in the early morn

For the body to surrender

In to clasping embrace

In begging to stay in bed

Until the sun rises from the east

Nowhere .. All of these..

Nowhere .. For they,

Were buried In the past

Long ago forgotten

Long ago forsaken

But alas

A melody was heard nearby

The hymns of the angels

From somewhere in the distance

In the meadows of uncertainties

Where their chorus

Can be heard in utmost love

Reverberating, leaving behind

A tincture of melancholic praise

Unknown to everyone

Creating a wave of joy

In the human spirit

The praise now filled with gladness

As the sorrows eroded

Into antiquity once again

Oh in a snap..

The evergreen reappeared

The green fields teemed

In to an undertone of golds

For the harvest is ready

Inspired by hope and cravings

To feel the compassion

The attraction

The embossed devotion

Unmuted in to a panorama

Of exultation.

-MAC