The Author
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Jen Aquino was 14 years old when she fell in love with colorful words and beautiful language.Insomnia may be severely taking its toll on her, but she still makes sure to have time for writing. A fan of Phillipine literature, especially flash fiction and short stories, the author hopes to bring creative writing closer to young adults through this site. She is currently a senior Journalism major in the University of the Philippines.
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Featured Book
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Sleepless in Manila
Cristina Pantoja Hidalgo
In this delightful compendium on insomnia, 38 fine Filipino writers -- mostly young, many of them award-winning, a few writing from Montreal, San Francisco, Paris and Singapore, and all insomniacs--describe their struggles with this affliction in hilarious essays, poems and stories. They also divulge the countless remedies for sleep disorders that they have tried, or simply imagined, with wildly different results; and the things they do when all is lost and insomnia has won the night. The rollicking humor is interspersed with carefully researched, indubitably useful, sometimes astounding nuggets of information.
Other books by Cristina Hidalgo
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The Writing Will
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Hold on
It was almost 8 pm when Kara dropped me in front of the village�s gate. Kara could�ve dropped me in front of my apartment but I said I�d like to walk a little to burn all those calories from the sizzling sisig and crispy pata we ate at Sizzles for dinner. I�d miss this place. I soberly thought. And again, the swirl of unhappy emotions I�d been trying to ignore came back to me.
I rang the doorbell and Aling Melia opened the gate.
�May nag-aantay sa �yo� she said and pointed her lips on the direction of the monoblock chairs in front of my apartment�s door.
�Hey� I said, approaching him at the same time searching for my keys inside my black bag. He didn�t say anything. He just looked at me.
I was about to open the door when he grabbed my wrist and stood up.
�C�mon, let�s take a walk� he said and practically dragged me outside.
After three blocks, he broke the silence.
�When is your flight?� he just stared ahead and shove his hands on his jeans� pocket.
�Three days from now. I intend to leave next week but Mom said I better hurry.� I replied then looked at him. He continued to stare ahead. I stopped walking and touched his shoulders, feeling the soft fabric of his neatly-pressed polo. The polo I gave him on our anniversary. He stopped too.
�Look, BJ, you know I didn�t have a choice. I couldn�t say no to Mom and Rachelle. They were expecting me. I know you hate me now because�God, BJ, I know what you feel.� I said.
�I�m sorry.� He said and finally looked at me. Straight in the eyes.
�Jade, I�m sorry. For acting like a kid in the restaurant, for sulking�for every stupid thing I�ve done since Italy.�
�BJ, it�s fine, I un�
�Maybe I just I don�t know how to let you go�
For a moment, both of us said nothing. He continued staring at some of the houses while I just stood there, gripping the straps of my bag so hard, I feel pain. Before I knew it, tears were rolling down my cheeks. I couldn�t stop them.
�Can you hold my hand?� I whispered.
He didn�t say a thing. But slowly, I see him removed both of his hands on his pockets.
I felt his right hand reached for my hand. I felt his warmth. More tears flowed from my eyes. He stopped and wiped my tears using his navy blue handkerchief.
�Promise me, everything will be fine, okay? I nodded.
And right in front of that white and green house, he hugged me tightly, his hand still entwined with mine.
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Calling all Writers!
Beginner's Seminar to Poetry and Short Story
1-6pm| October 20, 2008| Bahay Kalinaw, UP Diliman
For details: Contact Camille at 434.6524
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Uncontrollable Writing Urges| A Guide to Creative Writing
August 2008
Jen Aquino
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