Crazy is the Name of My Game

(11) I'm not convinced.

Erica Santos

Posted 11 hours ago,

I have this sharp feeling your jaws will drop when my master plan for the ending of Nasty Me unfolds. You will NOT know what hits you in the face. Aw mi gahd, I get tingling sensations thinking about the giant gobstopper I'm going to reveal. You will be all clutching your chests where you hearts should be (wink, wink) and screaming out lines of curses.

Ha ha hm!

It sucks even more because in the second installment I won't be continuing with what happens in the final chapters of Nasty Me. BWAHAHAHA (that’s my evil laugh!)

So, what I’m saying is-

OUCH!

Who threw that shoe at me?

Don't you get so cantankerous because I won't reveal anything. I will be watching you closely in case you throw ano-

Hey! That bloody nearly hit me.

I'm leaving before any more shoes are thrown at me. FYI, the shoes stink. Eww…

P.S        I can't wait to hear your gasps as the master scheme unfolds. >.<)

P.S again    Do you guys know what cantankerous means? It’s crabby. o.O) So just you know.

                                                                                      Yours truly,

                                                                                       Ms. 556, Tail Tales from Daily Tidbits

Sitting in front of my laptop, I looked like a kid on Christmas Eve, all smiley and chuckles as I eagerly checked my latest blog. My eyes scanned the responses I gathered, laughing as I scrolled up and down the webpage, biting my lower lip at intervals.

I was going gaga.

Nasty Me is the title of my ridiculous but hit-and-hip romance series, which was under the Tail Tales feature column of the local newspaper Daily Tidbits. The newspaper industry was flunking, what with the rampant use of the internet now, so they were digging gigs as to how to promote good old reading. And me, their luck bearing angel – bitch – came just in time to save their asses.

The story – definitely not a cliché – is about the romance between ditzy Nana, a young nurse trainee, and Xen, a famous Canadian actor-singer. A movie shoot accident caused arrogant Xen to pack up and hide his incurred injuries in a small private hospital using the alias Carloz. Under the disguise of itchy masks and middle-aged drama, he grew more irritable and cranky as he tried to recover for three months.

On the other hand, Nana was especially dense and carefree, not to mention silly. She was one of the few who got under his skin, without being aware of it. As a player, Xen was only looking for a stress-absorber, but instead he found true love… to the point he was willing to give up even his childhood dreams. You know the odds.

Adding in a lesbian sister, a too-smart talking bird, stalking parents and a love-to-hate doctor as an antagonist, half of the female population in the vicinity now read the Saturday and Sunday paper. Figures, my article only appear twice a week.  And what’s more, I pose as a ghostwriter. Ain’t that cool or what? The feedbacks were awesome, and never in my life had I experienced this kind of welcoming enthusiasm.