Last weekend, when my roommate left me all alone in our room for a two-day stay in her relative’s house, I decided to get out of the box for a while and enter the not-as-predictable social world. Luckily, I found a companion, one of my dormmates and we spent the weekend together.
Flawless, brown-skinned and vertically challenged, with her height, 5 ft tall, she looks more like a freshman high school student than a 16-year-old girl. She has straight, long, moonless-night black hair that makes her small, imperfectly round face even smaller. Her thick side bangs partly covers her left almond-shaped, dark chocolate-colored eye, making her look like an emo-ish broken-hearted girl. She wears a pair of oblongated eyeglasses. She has a small, not-that flat nose and whenever she blows it, she rocks the grass. Her pale thin lips hide her white big teeth. Having short arms and legs, she appears slimmer and shorter wearing her loose, printed white shirt, faded maong pants and a pair of flat grayish slippers. Although she looks younger, her movements say much about her age. She has a good posture and has soft, careful movements. She walks a little faster than a turtle. She gently eats her food ‘til her plate becomes empty like a man’s mind with amnesia. She always smiles as wide as the ocean and covers her mouth like a blanket whenever she laughs but she never laughs out loud. We’ve only been together for a hint of time, but her features and gestures make me want to know her more. I take great pleasure in thinking of how our friendship may evolve and deepen over time.