Flash! Fiction
by Rica
So I entered this Flash Fiction contest hosted by Jayvee Fernandez with two very clear intentions: one, I want that pretty, shiny, shimmering, splendid Nokia X3-02 Touch and Type phone, and two, winning this contest is a more concrete validation of my skills as a writer. What am I to do with a Palanca, anyway? I’ll even become the object of envy of lots and lots of crabs who I do and don’t know. (I am just assuming I even get considered for a Palanca, I’m not that crazy yet.)
Lessons I Learned After the Fact: Double Surgery Edition
There are three lessons I learned from this entire ordeal: I hate hospitals in general, I <3 nurses, and I hate getting cut up. Oh, and throw in the fact that I should go for check-ups more often.
How the whole thing started
It started two weeks before I got admitted to the hospital (but I didn’t know back then, of course). There was unbearable pain in my abdominal area and stomach so I was brought to the hospital’s ER. After some inconclusive tests, the pain was passed off as “acute gastritis”. The doctor said I shouldn’t eat oily or acidic food and just fart out the pain. Seriously, he said that. So after taking gastritis medication and maybe farting out the pain (I’m really not sure if I did that), it disappeared. I was even able to go with my peeps and frolic in Lobo because the pain was “gone”.
Two days later, the pain was back and I found myself back in the ER.
Read the rest of this entry »
A little Black Saturday Fun: How to Train Your Dragon Pseudo-Review
Heathens! Impious! Wicked! Yes, yes, sure. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get to the heart of this post.
Stories in 150 words or less: random thoughts and convos
It has become a habit for me and Rio to jot down random thoughts that show either how cool our thought processes can be or just how lame we really are underneath our well-guarded facades (Usually, it’s the latter.). The Overlord has permitted joined us in this week’s compilation of random thoughts and weird conversations with the self and more preferably, with another person. So, here goes…
Happy Holidays
There’s nothing like drinking eggnog – or ice-cold beer, whichever you prefer – and eating food that will probably add more lbs and elevate your cholesterol level and blood pressure as you stare at your well-lit tree on a chilly Christmas night.
Cheers for the holidays, ladies and gents!
Trip to Alay ng Puso (Missionaries of Charity)
We went to Alay ng Puso and I didn’t pick up a single toddler and treated him like he was my pamangkin or cousin. Or as someone who’d infallibly affect my life in some way.
- Alay ng Puso Kids’ Conference
The Famous Writer (Part Three of Three)
FICTION by Rica
Book signing. Queue. Bookworms with my work in hand.
One smiling face approached me.
“You always sign with a red marker.”
“It’s my lucky charm.” I wink.
Besides, it’s easier to refill with red “ink”.
“Oh, it dries out easily.”
I take a snapshot of him beaming; he smiles even wider.
I smile back, take out my pad, and jot down notes.
Another bestseller on the way.
The Famous Writer (Part Two of Three)
FICTION by Rica
That’s what you get for mocking me.
He insulted me with a genuine smile at my book signing.
But nobody’s smiled after reading me, ever.
Slit throat, gunshot, fall from an 8th floor balcony.
Only deepest hatred appears in my work.
But Nero smiled.
Now I smile genuinely, ogling police in and out of 23 New York, Cubao.
The Famous Writer (Part One of Three)
FICTION posted by Rica
She sits down, grabs pen and paper, reviews notes, pics about her plot.
Nero.
Wide smile.
Lips sewn together with red marker.
23 New York, Cubao.
Red gate.
Noose?
Hit-and-run.
Hm.
Asphyxiation.
Yes.
Gouged eyes.
Perfect.
She wipes the pen, starts writing another suspense novel as she throws away a blood-stained rag.
SPLIT/SPILT
FICTION posted by Rica
How does he do it?
When I look him in the eyes, he glances right through me and walks past me, suddenly disappearing in the crowd. And when I chance upon him in the train heading home, he’s taking in all of me, and I see his lips curl at both ends upward, a sign of amusement or bewilderment flashing across his homely face.
And when I get off the bus I see him in the corner of my eye, hiding behind another passenger. When I finally turn around to see if my mind’s playing tricks on me again, his amused face is nowhere to be seen.
I think I should get my eyes checked this time.
They talk about him through the walls of my tiny office, too. Cubicles housing drones seem to be talking nonstop all nine hours of my workday, and I can’t avoid my ears from catching bits and pieces of phrases and gossip jumping from one square compartment to another. Read the rest of this entry »
Manila International Book Fair 2009
Posted by Rica
Calling all you alien children back to our mothership!
Manila International Book Fair 2009
September 16 to 20, 2009
SMX Convention
(You guys know this place, right? XD)
You can TRY visiting the official site of MIBF (it’s down as of this writing) http://www.manilabookfair.com/.
Read the rest of this entry »
