It was fiesta night, with dance music playing from the disco at the basketball court. I was walking in the dark to JV’s house with him and a mutual friend after getting his unanticipated invitation to see his house. JV has visited me in my grandfather’s house, where I stayed for the time being, quite a number of times already and I felt that it was my turn to see his house. I did wait in front of his house once while he ran in to get some stuff, but I never got the chance to go in. So, I was very excited to see how it was like inside.

We stop by a house along the way and JV called out for someone inside. Two girls came out to meet and talk with him for a while and I took a few steps back to give them their own space.

Before we continued our way to his house, JV asked me teasingly,

“Do you think she’s pretty?”


“Her”, while nudging his head back to the house.

As usual, trying to avoid hurting anyone and questions like this, I raised my shoulder slowly while frowning my face as if to say “Maaaayyybbbeeee?”

This wasn’t the first time he asked me this. Neither was he the only person who bothered me with these questions! I swear everyone is trying to hook me up with someone while I was there, but that is understandable since a 20-something who never had a girlfriend is quite perplexing.


Daily Prompt: Audience of One (I’ve Been Waiting)


How are you? What have you been doing lately? It’s been ages! I’m missing you! When are you coming back? I couldn’t find anyone to play tennis, go mountain biking or camping with. Everyone seems so busy or lazy! Remember the time I skidded of the bike trail and injured myself? Man, that was embarrassing! Again, thanks for giving me a shoulder to hang on to while we walked back to camp. We shall go camping first thing’s first when you come back!

I’m currently reading this amazing book called ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ by Elizabeth Gilbert. Are you reading anything? I’ll let you read mine once I finish it. AND you should let me read yours too, whatever you are reading. Also, we must visit Italy! It sounds like an absolutely exciting place! We shall go there for the architecture, the art, the pizza, the food, the people, the language, the history, the culture and the gelato. Oh my god… The gelato.

I also just started writing a blog! Since you left, I needed someplace or someone as an outlet for deep and serious thoughts. I miss those sleepovers during our childhood days when we talked and talked late into the night. The most profound thing you ever said during those days was that the Boogieman does not exist because Boogieman sounds like booger, and booger belongs in our noses, not under our beds. You completely convinced me then! But anyway, I’ll let you know my blog address in my next letter, when I’ve written enough to not bore you!

And last but not least, when will you take a look at my sick design and help print it off on a shirt? I need to put the blame on someone if something goes wrong, and I think you’ll make the best candidate! Haha! Just kidding! I want to make sure we are the first ones to wear it before selling it to everyone else.

There’s so many other things I want to do with you! I hope you reply as soon as you get this! If you can’t write back, give me a sign… Anything! Let me know you’re somewhere out there!

I’ve been looking, I’ve been waiting for twenty years. When will I finally find you?

Your future bestfriend

This my response to this Daily Prompt:
Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter.

The Good, The Wicked and the Misunderstood Witches

It was the first theatrical performance that I went to. The show is called Wicked and it focuses on the lives of two witches before Dorothy and her dog dropped in in the land of Oz. And what really happened in Oz. The production has won many awards and I was one of the many people privileged enough to watch their show.

I’m not here to write the entire plot of the show. That’s not nice, that’s not fun. I think there are people out there who have done that. Instead, I would like to share one aspect of the production’s success which is the exploration and journey on the theme of friendship. One of the many things the show has shown me is that true friendship, the kind that’s loyal, bold and understanding, does amazing and magical things.

Popularity has a lot to do with how comfortable your experience is in society. We are judged by how we look, our mannerisms and how we act in front of others, our values, interests and what we are into. And with popularity comes the support of the community. Every action taken ripples and inspire many. However, we are all victims of circumstances. It does not discriminate. When we are caught in it, it’s all too easy to place the blame on someone else. We can stay in our cozy little bubble, running away from it, or stand our ground and let it change us for the better. It’s all good until one little undesirable accident tarnishes your reputation and everything is at risk of falling down. Suddenly, you are scared of being pushed to the back of the crowd.

Society runs heavily on first impressions – the first-encounter judgement. It manifests in the shop fronts and their clothed mannequins, resumes, the first day of school or work, our profile pictures. We encounter so many people in our lifetime that we can only afford to spent more time on those who made a good impression on you. Unless we are put in a position where we have to spend some time with them, they make you uncomfortable or do not provoke your interest. If the book cover has a boring title, has no interesting illustrations in it or is really thick, it goes back on the shelf. The book stays on the shelf, collecting dust, until the day someone makes an effort to read it, unraveling great and marvelous stories no one has heard before.

Glinda is blessed with beautiful, curly blonde hair; glowing, beautiful skin and a charming demeanor while the other witch, Elphaba, despite apparently scoring fewer points in the ‘looks department’ (which in my opinion, is questionable) and being socially awkward, is blessed with intelligence, strong wit and moral will. They will later be known as the Good Witch of the North and the Wicked Witch of the West respectively. If you remember what happened near the end of the children’s story Wizard of Oz, this may sound like bad news to you. The unpopular kid had it worst while the popular, social butterfly goes unscathed. This may also sound like good news to you because we all know and want the ‘evil guy’ to lose. We all know that the emerald-skinned witch is evil. Because the book says so. But what we are never told are why and how did she come about being evil. What if she really wasn’t ‘wicked’? What if both the wicked and good witches were bestfriends up to the point when Dorothy clicked her heels and returned magically to Kansas?

Glinda and Elphaba are two personalities thrown together into one cauldron, both having something good and bad to offer to the result. These two polar personalities bubble and sizzle as their lives are stirred together in the heat of circumstance. The air of ‘first impressions” and ‘popularity’ rises, the smell of ‘ego’ and ‘discrimination’ hangs in the air. Elphaba finds her voice and sacrifices the popularity she has learned from Glinda and the acceptance she has gained from her latent talent over to her moral beliefs and values. Glinda still has her feet planted in her comfort bubble, fearing the backlash of her popularity, as she struggles to support her friend who has decided to step out of it. More stirring and the violent bubbling of the concoction eases down as each personality lets the other’s strengths overpower and make up for their weaknesses. Glinda has learned how to use her popularity for good and mustered the courage to speak up for justice and against discrimination. Elphaba has learned how to forgive and accept herself and consequently see both the beauty and imperfections behind the fancy, embellished facades of others. Both witches has become stronger than they were – stronger than the demons that weakened and harassed them. Together, they achieved more than each can achieve alone. It’s the marrying of strengths to weaknesses that gives the concoction its potent effect on others and the society. True friendship is bold, loyal and understanding.

I heard a song and it brought back memories of a show – a show about the triumph of friendship over discrimination and injustice. And this is what the song provoked me to write and share about.