Do you eat vegetables? We do.

John and his two sisters went to church at 8am without fail. Come hell or no water, you’d find them there at the last row of the balcony, all by themselves and sometimes joined in by other relatives. After church, they would all scurry down the hall to the terminal that would take them straight to home, rarely taking time out to check fellow human beings invading the nearby mall.

Having read and watched Twilight, his family’s semblance to the Cullens was pretty close except for the fact they went to church and they didn’t grow fangs. They didn’t eat at the restaurant because they prefer dining at home. John was neither that pretty to be Edward. Pale maybe. The rest of the brood was just as ordinary as anyone else in this country try to be. Pleasant, nice, kind and quiet.

Everything about him and his family was perfectly orchestrated in such a way one could easily distinguish black from white. Home-school-work-church routine was the way of life. It was one straight line doctors interpret as flat line. For a spectator like me, John was safe, boring and dead.

I am what he perceived a complete opposite of his being, a genetic anomaly that came across his realm one fine day. I am likewise a boring person but I tend to differ from known stereotypes. Like Barrack Obama, I like change. John is McCain. Somehow, those occasional chatroom dramas and 30-minute gossiping during church breaks helped melt down the iceberg between us.

John was flat line no more. Well, at least for now.