It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood. Thursday, February 10, 2011. I wrote this on Feb 12, 2010, a day after Mader, what I used to call my mother-in-law, was called by God to join Him in heaven. Mader, we love you and miss you.

Apester, the Roack Killer. Evil Sisters of the Aquarium. Josh from Malaysia, Truly Asia. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.

The girl had grace, distinction. her face was not notably pretty; yet she had a tantalizing charm, all the more compelling because it was an inner quality, an achievement of the spirit. the lure was the of naturalness, of an alert vitality of mind and body, of a thoughtful, sunny temper, and of piquant perverseness which is sauce to charm.

Entries for Philippine Speculative Fiction. Thank you, Jesus! Milo a. At the core of our lives and our artworks is transition itself. Not a movement from here to there but constant change and our artworks are a continual document of that chosen state of transition. Saturday, May 26, 2007.