An Interview with Amelia Pond


Oh dear. When I first saw the prompt for today, the first character that came to my mind was the Doctor from the BBC sci-fi, Doctor Who. But then I realized that the Doctor wasn’t actually my favorite… it’s funny, really. I find the Doctor’s companions more fascinating than the Doctor himself. And among the Doctor’s companions, Amelia Pond – better known as Amy – has to be my favorite.

Frances (F): Hey, Amy. I just saw the episode The Angels Take Manhattan and I must say, when the angel touched you, I realized that from Rory’s… departure until that moment, my mouth was hanging open.

Amy Pond (AP): Really?

F: Yes, really. It was so hard for me. I’ve gotten so used to you and Rory travelin’ around with the Doctor on the TARDIS… I’ve never really pictured you two leaving. 

AP: I think it would’ve been worse, though, if I’d just let the angel take Rory.

F: Yes, I think so too… Speaking of Rory, how’s life with him?

AP: Normal. We adopted a son named Anthony a while back… we have a house and it’s a pretty good one. Our lives are so… ordinary. Before we were taken, we used to have two lives: Doctor life and normal life. We actually saw more of Doctor life than the other one that it just became… the other life.

F: The other life.

AP: The normal one, where we didn’t have to worry about getting killed every five seconds.

F: Oh. Can I ask another thing?

AP: *shrugs* Be my guest.

F: How was it like, having Melody and not getting the chance to raise her?

AP: The Silence took her.

F: Yes.

AP: They raised her, when it was supposed to be me. After what happened at Demon’s Run, I felt like I was missing something. I mean, I had Rory and the Doctor… but there was something not in the picture, y’know. I waited for a long time. I thought that maybe there was still a way to get her back. But then we started going on all those adventures again and I realized that as much as the Doctor and Rory wanted to, they couldn’t.

F: That must have been horrible.

AP: Yes, it was, and to be honest, you’re no good at the sympathy card.

F: Yeah, I know. At least I was trying. Wait, you said you waited for a long time. First, you waited for the Doctor that night, when you first met. When he didn’t come, you waited for so many years… until he came back for you. Tell me about the Doctor.

AP: Yeah, he did come back. ‘Twas hard to wait, but I got it eventually. And he’s the madman with the blue box. He makes people think that he’s not lonely, but he’s not fooling anyone.

F: He isn’t.

AP: Nope, he’s not. He’s lonely, he hates endings… but he’s the Doctor. He always comes back.

I think I was a bit out of character on both ends. Oh, well. I tried, so do forgive me, please. Plus, it’s nearly midnight here; I must be heading off to bed.


Daily Prompt: Stranger

For the Daily Prompt from three days ago.

It wasn’t so much of an encounter, actually. It was more like an observation. I was in a Japanese restaurant yesterday with my aunts and cousins. It was a small place, roughly the size of my living room. We had just finished playing golf and we were hungry, so we headed there.

While we were eating, this man came and started complaining about how the food was “two times smaller than it was last time!” He had an American accent, so I glanced at him. He was stocky, with stubble on his chin. He was probably in his mid-twenties. And yes, he did look American. What was he doing here? Really.  He smiled at me, as if what he was doing was funny.

Either that or he smiled at me because he was a creep. You can take your pick, but just to be sure, I’d take the latter. I shook my head in disgust and went back to my sukiyaki. It did demand my full attention, after all. I mixed it, searching for the noodles because they were my favorite.

Anyway, the man kept on complaining. Maybe I should have ignored him, but it was too hard. He was making a scene, kind of like a toddler wailing in McDonald’s.

“Seriously! That’s not cool, man, that’s not cool!” he kept going. The waitress didn’t say anything. I guess she was just being polite, but if I were her, I would have slapped him. Then thank God, he finally left, promising to see them on Sunday.

My aunt took a break from playing Candy Crush Saga on her iPhone and turned to the waitresses and the waiters. At that moment, she could have read my mind. “If it were me, I would have slapped him,” she said. 

Put in that situation, who wouldn’t have?

We’ve All Had That Teacher

Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?

Even though this was the prompt for January 8, I’d like to answer. Hold your horses, though. This is quite a long story, since I’ve known this teacher ever since she first started teaching in my school. Continue reading

Me Time: A Saturday in My Life

My ideal Saturday:

Frances’s eyelids flutter open. Her dreams still caught on the hem of her pajama pants, she turns over and descends into a cloud of sleep. It’s ten in the morning when she finally decides to really, truly wake up and get out of bed.

She reaches for the laptop, her stomach grumbling in protest. It’s time to eat breakfast now, says the poor digestive organ. She then opens that familiar little icon on the desktop and begins to play. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this game, she thinks.

She realizes that yes, her digestive system is waiting for her. She scrambles down the stairs and is welcomed by a delicious scent. A wonderful, scrumptious aroma. Bacon. Who cares if she gets fat after eating it? Bacon makes horrible days bad days; bacon makes good days better days. Right?

After gobbling up the bacon, she parks in front of the laptop once again and does her own thing. Until, once again, that organ underneath her torso that contains gastric juices calls.

My Saturday:

Frances wakes up at eight in the morning. There is no time for shenanigans.  Her eyelids are drooping, but she can’t, she mustn’t, and she shan’t waste time. Her algebra problems beckon her. And after that, her meiotic and mitotic problems will take over. There is no time to waste. Time is gold. On the contrary, however, time is algebra. Time is biology.

After she finishes all that, she recalls that she still has Christmas gifts to take care of. This’ll never end, will it? Just when it does end, she remembers once again that she has another thing to do. Another quiz. It’s a Filipino quiz, meaning she can’t wing it. She can’t save it for Sunday either, because, well, let’s just say that other, more personal things demand her Sundays. Great Caesar’s ghost.

20 Years Later


I don’t know what you’re thinking or saying right now, but just in case it has anything to do with age, I want you to remember the one thing the radio has taught me (by pretty much chanting it over and over).

Age is just a number. Don’t you dare let anyone tell you what you can or cannot do. 

I don’t know if you’re married, or if you have kids. I don’t even know if you’re a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, or whatever. Hey, maybe you even married a guy so rich that you ended up unemployed. There are so many things I don’t know about you, or about things in general. But here are the things I DO know.

Don’t live in the past. Live in the present, because that’s the only time worth living. Sure, you can “revisit” your old, good memories but don’t get so caught up in them that you forget that you’re actually here. 

If you’ve ever done anything you regret, please don’t live in that too. Don’t spend your moments thinking about what you could have done or said or thought, because that’s already done. But if you can fix it, go right ahead.

For every mistake, there is a way to fix it. If you’ve broken someone’s heart, apologize. If you’ve let time break a friendship, pick up that phone and dial that familiar number. If you’ve let your problems get in the way of a really good opportunity, go and find another one. Don’t make excuses for yourself; learn to swallow your pride and admit when you’ve made a mistake. But also don’t spend your life counting your mistakes, because that won’t help you at all. If you find yourself unable to do anything about them, learn from them, because that’s what you can hope to do, at least.

Remember to have fun. Life isn’t just work and studying. If that means taking the occasional day off, then do it. Spend time with your family and friends. Life is all about being the best you can be, so take every chance to be the best YOU can be. Emphasis on the you. That brings me to my next point.

Don’t compare yourself with people. Seriously, don’t. I know it can be really tempting to do so sometimes, but it’ll only make everything harder for you. Don’t live your life to be as good as someone, or better. Live your life as yourself, but let yourself be inspired by others instead of letting yourself compete with them. When you die, the question will be “how much good did you do?”, not “how are you doing compared to _____?”

That’s all I can tell you, I’m afraid. This letter of sorts has been a bit longer than I expected it to be. I suppose I’ll see you in twenty years. I really want to see how you would be like, but until then, just know that I’ll be in the corner, hoping for the best.