Box app 2014

Just got this Box iOS app re downloaded and viola! I got a 50GB of free space.

Go hit the App Store to get yours!

Looks like Dropbox & Google Drive are instore for battle with BOX.

- macdeuz (lifted from my iPhone)

Of Gratitude 2014

There are things in life that are spontaneous. Gratitude and thoughts of gratefulness come in those moments when you receive gifts or when something's shared to you, especially unexpected ones.


Thanks to Arvin for the toolbox:

I'm grateful to Miks who shared this book:

and to JV who took the time and effort in sharing his chocolate products (may your business further flourish):

-macdeuz(photos lifted from my iPhone)

Salt

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Be a salt.

Be a light.

Don't forget to smile.

Simple, almost childlike in cadence—but packed with a wisdom that speaks across galaxies and generations.

Salt. So small. So ordinary. And yet, without it, even the richest stew tastes hollow.

"You are the salt of the earth," said Jesus in Matthew 5:13—a verse that, at a glance, sounds quaint. But in truth, it’s one of the greatest callings ever given to humankind.

To be salt… is to preserve what is good in a world slowly forgetting.

To heal, like salt on wounds—not always gentle, but always necessary.

To awaken dullness, to draw out flavor—in people, in conversations, in life itself.

Salt is humble. It dissolves to serve.

It disappears in the soup, but without it, the whole pot is pointless.

Salt does not seek praise. It seeks purpose.

Just like us, when we’re at our best.

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And what of light?

“You are the light of the world,” He said next.

Not a spotlight. Not a flash.

But a steady glow that helps others find their way.

Light doesn’t shout. It shines.

Even a flicker can shatter darkness.

Even a candle can warm a cold room.

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Be a salt.

Be a light.

And in between—don’t forget to smile.

For a smile is the bridge between salt and light.

A smile is the salt that seasons a heavy silence.

The light that softens a harsh moment.

It’s a small rebellion against bitterness, a gentle defiance of despair.

In this vast universe—spinning stars, roaring oceans, and celestial storms—salt and light seem laughably small.

But so are we.

And yet, the same hand that scattered galaxies asked us to be these very things.

So be the salt in someone’s bland day.

Be the light in someone’s long night.

And smile—because you carry the recipe of the universe inside you.

~Mac

If Walls (stranger, elusive you are)

I felt the tear drop

Telling me of the unsaid things

It's the un named sadness where sadness doesn’t belong,

Nor happiness can identify.

It's the grey thin line between the two

That neither can scope

I call not emptiness

Somewhere deeper, but not deep enough

I call not even boredom

Somewhere shallower but not close enough

I can't place it in words

It comes when everything is so still

It comes when the music of the past played

Suddenly bringing flashes of longing

But nowhere nor no one to long to

It's strange...

If only these walls can talk

They'd know what I'm telling you

But in words it can never paint the picture

Probably, sometime soon

It will come to me

Afterall, it's a journey to discover

~ macdeuz (lifted from my OneNote)

a dedication to someone beyond compare.

Stuck in a Moment

A man without weaknesses serves only to make everyone else conscious of his own imperfections.

They say perfection inspires people. But in truth? Perfection can alienate.

There’s something quietly unsettling about a person who appears to have it all together, all the time. The perfect speech, the perfect posture, the perfectly timed responses—never a hair out of place or a doubt in their eyes. And while we might admire them from afar, we rarely feel safe around them. Because somewhere deep down, their flawlessness makes us painfully aware of our own.

This brings to mind Tennyson’s timeless observation: “He is all fault who has no fault at all.” It’s one of those lines you skim past in a book, then find yourself haunted by a week later. Because the truth it carries is not just poetic—it’s piercing.

Let’s be honest. We live in a time where curated perfection is the default. Social media is our highlight reel. Filters blur imperfections, captions are edited for impact, and our stories are stitched to show strength, not struggle. It’s no wonder we end up feeling like everyone else is thriving while we’re quietly falling apart.

But here’s the thing: the most magnetic, respected, and deeply loved people I know are not the ones who seem flawless.

They’re the ones who dare to be human.

I once worked with a team leader who, on paper, was everything a manager should be—sharp, professional, driven. But what set him apart wasn’t how good he was. It was how open he was about what he wasn’t.

In one meeting, he admitted he didn’t know the answer to a problem we were facing. He could’ve faked it. He could’ve danced around it. But instead, he said, “I need your help figuring this out.” That small act of vulnerability didn’t make us lose respect—it earned him tenfold more. Because in that moment, he wasn’t just a boss. He was one of us.

We trusted him—not because he was perfect—but because he was real.

It’s the same reason why we gravitate toward people who laugh at themselves. Who admit they’re still figuring things out. Who cry at movies, mess up during presentations, forget birthdays, and text “sorry, I fell asleep” at 2AM. Their cracks make space for our own. Their openness gives us permission to breathe.

To be human.

And that’s what so many of us crave—not to be impressed by someone, but to feel connected to them.

Maybe the most powerful thing we can do isn’t to showcase our strength, but to reveal the places we’re still growing. Maybe leadership doesn’t require bulletproof confidence, but quiet courage to say, “Me too.”

We don’t need more flawless people. We need more honest ones.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve been trying to hold it all together—know this: Your imperfections are not a liability. They’re your invitation to connect, to relate, to be real.

People might admire your wins, but they’ll remember your honesty.

Flaws are not stains to hide. They’re threads in the fabric of our shared humanity. And in the end, it’s the threadbare places that bring us closest.

Let them show.

~Mac