Mcbo The Unknown Pen

  The Memory I Didn't Know I Had It started with a dream... I didn’t grow up in that house. We moved in when I was already older, my memories rooted somewhere else entirely. And yet… the moment I stepped into the small, dim-lit room upstairs, I paused. There was no reason for it. Just four walls, an old wooden floor, and a single window that let the sunlight in like it had been waiting for me. It smelled like pages left closed for too long. Like dust and rain and something sweet I couldn’t place. But remembered. Not a memory with detail, but a feeling. Like I had stood in that exact spot before, in another time, in someone else’s life that might’ve also been mine. I didn’t say anything about it. But sometimes I’d sit on the floor there, in the quiet. And the house didn’t creak like the others did. It just… listened. That room knew something. And I didn’t want to ask too loudly, in case it stopped remembering for me. ........................................................

There are moments when no one is around, yet something lingers. Not a sound, not a shadow… just a presence you can’t name. Maybe some things aren’t meant to be seen; only felt. Quiet reminders that we are never as alone as we think. SOON! Still writing. Still remembering. This story is a work in progress and your questions or thoughts might shape where it goes.

  🐾 Have You Visited a Miau Café? Meow Meow Meow Meow - Ang iring Bow There’s something magical about walking into a space where soft music plays, smell the aroma of coffee, and cats casually nap. That’s exactly what I experienced at the local Café. A peaceful wide escape where you can sip your favorite drink while making new furry friends. As an introvert (and a certified overthinker), I often find cafes overwhelming but not this one. Here, time slowed down. I sat in a corner with my coffee and a silog2x meal, and soon I'm curious to get inside the cat's office (office?) a Sphynx cat climbed onto my lap like we’d been friends forever. There’s a gentle, healing kind of quiet in places like this. 🐱🐱🐱🐱 Each cat had its own personality from the sleepy floof in the window to the playful one swatting at shoelaces.   All of them brought a kind of warmth that no latte could ever compete with. 🐱 If you’ve never been to this café, I highly recommend trying one.  Whether...

  It’s impossible to scroll through social media or read the news lately without hearing about AI. Whether it’s ChatGPT, Google writing essays or MidJourney painting digital masterpieces, the world seems both amazed and alarmed. And here I am an artist, a clay molder, a storyteller, a thinker watching the rise of this new “creator.” So what does it mean for someone like me? For artists like me, it’s not just a technical marvel and it’s an emotional journey into what it means to be human. Art That Feels, Not Just Generates AI can mimic styles, create stunning visuals, and even write poetic lines. But there’s something it can’t quite do: feel . When I draw, or write, I’m not just producing content. I’m processing emotions, experiences, memory . I’m connecting dots between pain and beauty, chaos and peace. And I think that’s what separates art from automation. AI might be an extraordinary tool, but can it truly understand heartbreak? Can it dream with reckless abandon? Ca...

As a proud Cebuano, I’ve always been fascinated by the beauty and culture of Cebu. Yet, as someone who’s spent most of my time at home, busy, introverted, and away from the hustle of travel, I’ve realized there’s so much of my homeland I’ve never experienced. But what’s stopping me from sharing the magic of Cebu? After all, you don’t have to be a seasoned traveler to tell the world about the wonders of your own backyard. So here I am, diving into my dreams and creating a guide to Cebu’s treasures. Consider this a mix of the places I’ve longed to visit, the stories that inspire me, and the gems I’ve learned about from fellow Cebuanos. Promoting Cebu isn’t just about showcasing its beauty—it’s about sharing what makes it home. Even without venturing far, I’ve learned that being Cebuano is about celebrating our culture, community, and creativity. This blog is my way of connecting with my homeland and inviting others to fall in love with it too. A Journey Yet to Begin: Planning My Cebu Adv...

  April Fools' Day Celebrated on April 1st, is a day dedicated to lighthearted pranks and jokes. Its origins are somewhat mysterious, but historians believe it may date back to the 16th century when France switched from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar. Those who continued celebrating the New Year in April were mocked as "April fools" The day is also linked to ancient Roman festivals like Hilaria (meaning Cheerful, happy), where people dressed in disguises and played tricks on each other A Laughing Fool. Netherlandish oil painting (possibly Jacob Cornelisz. van Oostsanen) ca. 1500. [Public Domain Image.] Over time, April Fools' Day has become a global tradition, with people pulling harmless pranks and sharing laughs with friends and family. Here are some simple and harmless April Fools' pranks you can try: 1. Soap That Won't Lather : Coat a bar of soap with clear nail polish. When someone tries to use it, they'll be puzzled as it won't foam no matt...

The Memory I Didn't Know I Had It started with a dream... Last night, I woke up with a word floating in my mind: Anamnesis . Strange, right? I’d never heard it before or so I thought. So, I did what anyone would do at 3 AM. I Googled it. And what I found felt like the missing puzzle piece of so many forgotten feelings. Anamnesis: A recollection, especially of a supposed previous existence. It hit me. Maybe the dreams I keep having about forests I’ve never been to, or the songs I swear I know but can’t place maybe they’re not fiction. Maybe… they’re echoes. Have you ever felt it? That tug in your chest when you visit a place for the first time and it feels like home? That weird spark of knowing someone you just met ? That’s anamnesis. And the more I think about it, the more I believe it’s real. Not just in a spiritual or past-life kind of way; but in the way our souls hold onto things that matter. My art remembers too Lately, I’ve been molding my clay differently. Shape...

March truly marks a significant transition for many students, especially for college graduates. It's a time of mixed emotions of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation for what lies ahead. For those reviewing for board exams, it’s all about discipline and focus as they prepare for a major milestone.  Those crafting resumes are stepping into the world of possibilities, showcasing their skills to potential employers. And those taking time to relax are wisely recharging before diving into the responsibilities of professional life. I remember being so excited to start working. I had waited for years until I finally turned 19. Back then, I didn’t think about what made a company good, the steps to apply for a job, or how to find the right boss and workplace. My focus was simply on applying, answering questions, and waiting for the outcome. What truly matters to me was the dream of working for a company I had always envisioned. At 20, stepping into such a versatile role sounds like an ...

My art journey is currently a work in progress. While I’ve created many crafts in the past, I’ve decided to start showcasing the artwork I’ve begun this year, 2025. Here’s how it’s shaping up so far. Visit my YouTube channel to explore my Art Vlog here:  www.youtube.com/@theimaginarium01

"Utan" refers to a simple and nutritious Filipino vegetable dish, often called Utan Bisaya . It's a traditional soup made with a variety of fresh vegetables like squash, okra, eggplant, string beans, and malunggay leaves, boiled in water. Sometimes, fish or other protein is added for extra flavor. The history of "Utan," particularly Utan Bisaya , is deeply rooted in Filipino culinary traditions. This simple vegetable soup originates from the Visayas region of the Philippines and reflects the resourcefulness of Filipino cooking. It is closely related to other regional dishes like dinengdeng from Ilocos, bulanglang from CALABARZON, and laswa from Western Visayas Here’s my video tutorial showcasing how I prepare my version of Utan.

About Me This is Mcbo The Unknown Pen. A sanctuary for unfiltered thoughts and genuine expression—no drama, no pretense, just authenticity. This blog reflects my heart and mind, sharing wonders, musings, and spontaneous ideas. It’s a space for everyone to think freely, without judgment or limits, while embracing respect and good manners. Join me in creating a place where honesty thrives, creativity flows, and individuality shines. I'm Mcbo, a remote worker with a full-time job at home who finds joy in blogging and vlogging as creative escapes. This space is my canvas, where I share my thoughts, creations, and snippets of my everyday life. On my cozy slow life vlog, I explore the beauty of simple living, while my art vlog dives into clay molding and other crafty adventures. As a self-proclaimed random soul, my posts are as varied as my moods shaped by the people I meet and the places I find myself in. Though I’m an introvert at heart, my lively spirit emerges in the right settings a...