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HOM, particularly Allie's high school experience, is loosely based on my own—kaya sobrang lapit niya sa puso ko.
          
          I also had that metaphorical "pile of trash" from my teenage years. The souvenirs of a three-year-long obsession with a crush. The embarrassing memories. The questionable decisions. The things I thought were romantic at the time.
          
          I started with a love letter, too.
          
          He read it in a gazebo.
          
          Then, matapos ang mahabang habulan, he eventually fell for one of my friends. (Ouch)
          
          So here I am, years later, writing about it all over again. The difference is that this time, I'm laughing.
          
          HOM is my love letter to that version of myself—the hopelessly devoted, spectacularly delusional teenager who somehow survived it all.
          
          I will be writing this along with the FINAL ACT of MOM. Para lang may magpagaan ng puso ko nang konti hahahaha
          
          HAPPY READING!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/411864029-the-heiress-of-manila

@meits_aup 
          
          dearest. Oh my Lord. T_T I don’t usually get many messages from readers. Tanggap ko na na marami akong silent readers. Sapat na sa akin na makapagpost lang para makapagpasaya ng sarili at ng iba. And your message really touched me. Actually, I am teary-eyed right now. 
          
          I am sorry for what you went through, and I am deeply grateful that somehow, I’m doing something to lessen your pain. Sa wakas, may silbi na rin itong mga ginagawa ko rito kahit papaano haha. I am just a small writer, that’s why. But I’m glad we found each other. 
          
          Salamat! 
          
          (Posting this here para hindi na tayo mag-scroll haha)

Chapter 1 of The Heiress of Manila (Pearl Palace Standalone Book 3) is out! 
          
          This is the story of Allicent Domingo and Hunter Carlton. Happy reading!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1632102853?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=liadeflores

I was looking for DOM since nawala s'ya sa library ko, and when I checked your acc, wala ngaaaa you temporary removed it po ba? Btw I luv luv luvvvv your stories! I hope you keep writing more! 

There is a manipulation pattern called DARVO — Deny, Attack, Reverse Victim and Offender.
          
          It happens when someone denies causing harm, attacks the person speaking up, then twists the story until the hurt person looks like the problem.
          
          Sometimes, abuse does not look loud or obvious. Sometimes it sounds calm, reasonable, even “concerned.”
          
          Sometimes it sounds like:
          
          “I never did that.”
          “You’re being dramatic.”
          “You’re hurting me by bringing this up.”
          “Look at everything I sacrificed for you.”
          
          DARVO is dangerous because it does not only deny the harm. It makes the harmed person feel guilty for reacting, speaking, remembering, or surviving.
          
          It is often discussed in the context of narcissistic abuse, family abuse, intimate partner violence, and the silencing of assault survivors.
          
          Just an educational post in connection with the latest chapter of MOM
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1631077798?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=liadeflores

POM and MOM are, in many ways, my response to the Korean dramas I hated to my core: ‘It’s Okay Not to Be Okay’ and ‘Genie, Make a Wish’—stories that, to me, turn mental health struggles into something stylish and conveniently “evil for aesthetic.”
          
          I can’t do that.
          
          As someone who lives with depression, severe dissociation, and several mental health conditions myself, I know there is nothing glamorous about suffering. Most of the time, it is ugly. Painful. Messy. Exhausting. Irrational. Inconvenient. Frightening. Sometimes, it hurts the person who has it. Sometimes, it hurts the people around them.
          
          So I refuse to make these conditions merely pretty, bongga, or astig.
          
          With Miguel and Marco, I want to show the danger and the pain. I want to write mental health struggles not as decoration, not as a costume for darkness, but as a topic that deserves compassion.
           #saturdaythoughts

Two new chapters up! After this, we go back to Lilibeth’s POV :) Happy reading!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1628697615?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=liadeflores

So I just dropped a key chapter for MOM. Did you see those big twists coming? 
          
          Have you noticed the subtle hints about Marco throughout the novel?
          
          How about Mayumi? 
          
          Happy reading!!!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1630429565?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=liadeflores

Save your works, fellow writers! I just published a chapter now pero ‘yong last edit ang lumalabas. Iyong mga bagong edits ko, kailangan ko pang irefresh nang maraming beses. Multiple crashes din ang app ever since last week if you have noticed. Just psa.

I cried again after watching Pride and Prejudice (the Keira Knightley vers).
          
          Pang-fifty times ko na yata itong napanood, but it still gets me every time. It was the first novel I read in high school, the first book I ever bought with my own savings, and I remember crying after because it was just that good.
          
          Looking back, so much of my writing came from it. My MMCs are often patterned after Mr. Darcy—the restraint, the quiet intensity, the awkward devotion. And my FMCs? Definitely daughters of Elizabeth Bennet. Sharp-tongued, proud, funny, difficult, tender underneath all the wit.
          
          But beyond the romance, Pride and Prejudice is known for its social commentary: class anxiety, reputation, women being treated unfairly, and Elizabeth refusing to bend to the whims of society.
          
          And I’ve always looked up to that.
          
          I think novels should have something to say about the times they were written in.
          
          And maybe that’s why I write too. Because I want my stories to love loudly, but also look closely. To romance, yes, but also to question, to remember, to say something about the world.
          
          Mama Jane Austen, all my stories are for you. You didn’t get your own happy ending, but you gave so many women theirs. Centuries later, I am still here—crying, falling in love, and writing because you wrote first. 
          
          I love, love, love you.