Does anyone still read blogs?
In the rare instance that she sits down long enough to write, Mia has this to say.
Usual topics: education, art, lifestyle, and other things worth more than a thread.
[Day 17] An art piece
It was the Merchant Ivory film adaptation of ‘Surviving Picasso’ that got me into Pablo Picasso. Guernica stands out, not just as one of Picasso’s most memorable body of work, but for the story behind it; Picasso was said to have made his wife and mistress fight for him while he finished the painting.
Part of the 30 Day Writing Meme. Next is ‘Day 18: Whatever tickles your fancy’.
[Day 15] A fanfic
Once upon a time, I read and wrote fanfiction. I was fourteen years old at the time, I found the school paper boring, and I was annoyed that Mulder and Scully from the X-Files didn’t get together. Oh those were the days.
No, I won’t be posting any of my old fanfics. That was a very different me and I’d like it to remain in the cache hell of the internet.
But while many can argue fanfic as being lazy writing, there are the few and proud that I personally think improved on the series and original canon, or just continues to feed that giddy, little shallow side of me between day job duties.
Off the top of my head, here’s one fanfic that got it right: (contains mature content!)
X-Files: “E.L.S.” by Dawson E. Rambo
Part of the 30-Day writing meme. Next is ‘Day 16: A song that makes you cry (or nearly)’.
Maybe this time
GMA News: PAGASA: Weather clear for November 9 asteroid ‘sighting’.
It seems silly to take the word of a hit-or-miss weather bureau and a daily known for dipping into tabloid fodder. Yet as I while away in an office the end of the world seems all the more likely. Why not now, after all? We’ve survived plagues, technological breakdown, forces of nature…what’s one asteroid to end it all?
What would you do? A friend asked. Simple, I replied. I’d stop cramming. I’d finally write the poems I’ve been meaning to write, that treatment I’ve meant to finish, exorcise those scenes that have lived in my head since I was 12. I’d put them in a little tin box: the kind that seems to survive meltdowns. Whatever lives after the fall will be sure to find it.
Then I’d wander. Wonder what Manila would look like through graduation goggles? Traffic must seem so wonderful. It’s like a time paradox: funny how life goes on while you’re stuck in place. Trash would be so nice, evidence of a time it was relevant, when it smelled nice, when it was of use.
If I had the cash, hopping around Asia as a grand finale also sounds sublime. I’d be Lara Croft rolling through the ruins of Angkor, chasing after my own shadow. I’d be in search of the perfect pad thai and thai coffee.
Maybe I’d end it all at the topmost level of Borobodur in that deceptive quiet, napping against a stupa.
But no, home would be the best place to wait for The End. Exhausted after all that traveling, all that writing, with the blasted pets stepping all over me as I collapse into bed. Just a little extra to the ordinary.
Where will you be when the asteroid hits?
RP612fic by Mia Marci
I participated in the RP612 twitter fiction movement to celebrate Philippine Independence day. Filipino tweeps contributed micro-fiction on twitter based on Filipino personalities and events. You can read the complete collection from other twitter users and myself here. My twitter username is miithinks.
Below are my contributions. It was the first time since forever since I last wrote fiction, let alone fiction that concise! It was really a fun, inspiring exercise in copy that made me fear my own mind.
The following twitfics are slightly revised from the original tweets. As a note, I am a fan and student of Ambeth Ocampo, which shows my approach towards Rizal and Bonifacio. References to actual persons are intentional, but it is largely a work of parody.
-(Dr. Who crossover) As the ink dried on the parchment, Rizal had one regret: he should’ve jumped into that blue box when he had the chance. (for my whotards, especially Yumi and Denice)
-“Soon, Ferdie, soon. After we link the OS to your body, Maharlika will rise again!”
-The second she opened the door, the maid swore she saw Hen. Luna and Bonifacio looming over Emilio in his last breath.
-My dearest Diego, these battles are for every time you sulked over my besting you at chess. Love, Gabi
-Angel L was surprised to see Rizal suited up & right under her window, holding a guitar. He gave a strum, “Uso pa ba ang harana?”
-“RH bill? Hell no. That means I’d have to register my services and get taxed.” harumphed the manananggal.
-In the nights lost to soothing a bawling, baby Kris, they all knew she would make a powerful weapon one day.
-Headline: Political dynasty reshuffling determined by a midnight playstation tournament of “Dynasty Warriors”. (for Billy)
-Maritess thought she had a better deal when she returned home, then laundered both Zaturnnah’s and Darna’s costumes.
-Overheard at Starbucks: “Ambeth O, dude, that was supposed to be an exclusive. Hijo de, I should have gone to Boy A instead!” -Pepe R
-Texts of the Revolution, August 30: “Hir n m. Wer n u? Sheht, ‘pre imba ng k0ny0!” -Andr3B0n1130 (This one’s for you, Sir Ambeth)
-The white lady has been seen on buses since the taxi fare hike.
Back to Scratch
It was one of those days when nothing came out right. So rather than punch the computer screen, I took to the paper. Just so you know, world, paper and pen are so not dead.