oh em gee – you’re invited!

TADAAA -sprinkles glitter and confetti in the air-

I know everyone has heard the warning that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but the very first thing I look at when I shop for a book is…. well, the cover. So I’m extremely psyched that my work is associated with this gorgeous image designed by the awesome Tania Arpa. So now, I give you full permission to judge my book by its cover. 

If you’re not doing anything at 3pm on Saturday August 8, 2015, I would love for you to drop by ‘The Year We Became Invincible’ book launch. It’s going to be in the ground floor of the National Bookstore in Glorietta 1. You can grab your copy of ‘The Year We Became Invincible’ and I will be there to answer any of your questions (or at least try to) and sign some books. Aside from that, there will be a short program where the very talented actress singer Gab Pangilinan will be hosting and the amazing MAJAM sisters will be performing! I can’t wait to see all of you there.

Oh hi! here’s a sneak peek of my upcoming epistolary book ‘The Year We Became Invincible’

Hello Hi Dear future partner,

It’s pretty funny how we may be complete strangers right now. It’s even funnier to think that we may not be strangers. I read somewhere that 80% of the population would have met the person they were going to marry by the age of 18. Considering how large 80% is and that I’m turning 18 next year, there is a huge probability that we’ve already met.

‘Why am I writing to you now?’ you may ask. I don’t have a direct answer for you, but I guess everything that happened today got me thinking.

Today was my older sister Lea’s birthday and she brought her boyfriend Martin over for dinner. They’ve been going out for a while now. Martin dresses really well. I remember that he wore yellow pants the last time he came over. He was the kind of guy who could pull off yellow pants.

“How’re your parents? Please tell them hi for me,” Mom would always say.

“How’re things going in the office?” Dad would then ask.

My mom calls Martin “perfect.” “Perfect” is not a simple word that can be used to describe just anything. It takes something or someone special to be called “perfect.” I wonder what made Mom decide to call Martin ‘perfect’. After we had dinner, Martin gave Lea a fancily wrapped box. Inside was a bracelet with shiny charms dangling from it. My little sister Nikki and Mom squealed. Dad smiled in approval. Lea said she loved it and kissed Martin on the cheek.

Later that night, as I was going to bed, I looked into Lea’s room and saw her put the bracelet in a cardboard box.

She saw me and asked, “Do you want it?”

“I don’t really like flashy jewelry.”

“Yeah, same here.”

I saw that there were lots of other similar gifts in the box. She put the lid back on and slid it under her bed. I thought that telling Martin the truth would be easier than having to hide all that stuff. I guess my sister thinks differently.

If I’m with the person that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, I would want him to know that I didn’t like jewelry. I want to be able to tell him what I didn’t like and mean it when I say, “I love it.” So I’m writing to you now, future partner, so that you could get to know me – the real me. Hopefully you wouldn’t like me less after reading all of these letters.

Looking forward to meet you,