This has been a long time coming, I know. I have been wanting to compose this post for the longest time and just hadn’t gotten the time around to doing so. But hey – better late than never, right? 😅
So, here it is. THANK YOU! From the bottom of my heart – thank you, to everyone who bought and read my published book, The Photographer, and took the time to send me tweets, posts and messages that they have done so. I am grateful to all of you. Continue reading ““Thank You!” – The Photographer”
Last Spring Break – the whole family went to Japan for a vacation. Remember when I wrote before how Japan has always called my soul? Well, my soul finally answered the call.
And man – it was everything I imagined it to be and more. I cried when we landed on our first day, cried when we started walking the streets of Tokyo, cried when our plane took off on our last day.
Continue reading “Finally, Japan… 🇯🇵”
The Photographer used to be a fanfiction initially written on Wattpad where the characters are based on Richard and Nicomaine (known as the tandem – AlDub in Philippine Showbusiness). It is now a full published novel.
To purchase, please click on the following links:
Amazon Paperback: amzn.to/2HrV9WZ
Materica (Philippines): bit.ly/2HQmKRc
Continue reading “The Photographer: A Novel”
Title: A Carved Dream
For AMACon 5
I suddenly bolt up screaming, drenched in cold sweat and panting like I just ran a marathon. I look around, bewildered, trying to get a sense of where I am when I realize that I’m in my bedroom and I was just having a damn nightmare. Even though I knew it was but a dream – for a moment, I couldn’t distinguish where I was and what was reality. I look at my hands and breathe a sigh of relief when I didn’t see any blood just as my brain registers that my sheets are all tangled between my legs and my hair is sticking out all over the place.
“Just a dream. Just a nightmare. Nothing more,” I mumble out as I pass my shaking hands across my face. I’m a trembling mess.
Grabbing my chest and breathing deeply, I close my eyes as I try to tell my heart to calm the fuck down. Easier said than done, I know, but I need to do it if I don’t want to look like a fucking zombie when I go to work later. I know it’s probably very early in the morning since it’s still dark out and I probably have a few more hours for sleep.
Though based on the thundering beats of my heart – I’m not sure if it’s possible for me to go back to sleep. What with the adrenaline that is still pulsing through my whole body. Plus I’m not even sure if I really do want to go back to sleep.
Not if I would be seeing—
“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream, Nicky,” I tell myself. “It’s not happening and it’s never going to happen, alright?” Continue reading “A Carved Dream (A Short Story)”
I woke up today dreaming of Japan. Again. 😅
Literally. Like I vividly saw Shibuya Crossing, Mt. Fuji, Tokyo Skytree, Akihabara – to name just a few – in my dream. And I was simply walking through it. Or floating. Or flying. I don’t really remember that part much. You know how dreams sometimes are. 😅😂
And the funny thing here is – I’ve never been to Japan yet. Ever.
Oh sure, I’ve stopped there during some trips abroad on a layover. Stayed in the airport for an hour or so. But never went out and explored.
And another funny thing about that? I had bawled, every single time my plane would land or take off from Narita Airport. Yep. Bawled.
Weird huh? Continue reading “Nippon 🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵”
Sometimes, I don’t like it that I care too much. It always, always backfires on me. Because after all is said and done, I’m the one left bleeding, hurting and alone.
And the one I cared for? Better without me.
Co-authored with four other lovely authors from the SweetBooks Writing Group (see below for complete list of authors). Also available via Kindle and paperback. To purchase, please click on the following links:
PAPERBACK (Amazon US): http://amzn.to/2sAXYOi
MATERICA (Paperback only available in the Philippines): http://bit.ly/2BBbFjp
They’re either smother-them-with-kisses hot or kick-them-on-the-nuts annoying.
Seriously, how much trouble are these men? Continue reading “The Trouble With Men”
The very first short novella that I published. Currently available on Kindle and as a paperback.
To purchase, please click on the following links:
PAPERBACK (Amazon US): http://amzn.to/2CsczeL
MATERICA (Paperback only available in the Philippines): http://bit.ly/2HqOYyE Continue reading “Vita Et Morte”
Written for AMACon 5 at Twitter
He enters the restaurant with his office mates and bosses after their company’s board meeting ended early. It’s bound to be a light night out, that perhaps will end in a few drinks a little later after dinner. He’s in a pretty good mood, what with it being almost weekend and all.
Walking inside the restaurant they had reservations in, he’s laughing at one of the jokes that his director is telling him when he suddenly stops in his tracks. He doesn’t understand it but his heart suddenly starts to pound.
What’s going on? He wonders and places a hand against his heart, frowning as he looks down. This is unusual. He thinks as he feels his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. He feels anxious and he doesn’t know the reason why. I need to calm down.
Then he feels a tingle go down his spine as goosebumps erupt along his arms. He suddenly looks up, eyes wide and still full of wonder, his gaze zeroing in on… something—no, rather… a someone.
And his breathing hitches.
Oh god… He thinks as he tries to stifle the gasp that’s about to come out of his lips, his heart clenching so painfully hard that he starts to breathe shallowly. Continue reading “Souled (A Short Story)”
Those who totally know me, know that I’m not really a huge fan of Valentine’s. 😅 Of love, yes – since I’m a romantic at heart and I believe that love should be celebrated every day and not just once in a year. But I don’t begrudge those that celebrate it. Valentines, after all, is a day to celebrate all kinds of love. I still like seeing couples become extra lovey-dovey during this time or even families and little kids expressing love to their parents and siblings. It’s still a nice feeling. 😊
Just this late morning, my 4-year old little boy came home from his speech therapy and asked me first thing when he walked in the door, “Mommy, is today Valentines?” I answered yes and then, without preamble – he hugged me tight and said in a loud voice, “I love you, Mommy!” Continue reading “One Long Stemmed Rose”