At 21 years old, I fell in front of a bunch of kids and laughed at myself while doing so. And I ended up scraping my knee and freaking about it because it might leave a scar (i am vain deal with it). And another embarrassment, my crush was a few feet apart but thankfully he didn’t see.
But that’s not the point of this entry or me telling you about it. For the first time I didn’t feel shy or humiliated, I just felt like laughing at myself, which I did the entire afternoon with my officemates.
It was a good and memorable Friday the 13th. I haven’t had one since the third grade, no pun intended.
So my officemate turned good friend, Elyds had her “heart broken” last night and she told us about it over siomai, red pasta, sisig and papaya during lunch time and even though it was just a faux broken heart, we still had a good conversation about it.
And this is what we agreed on, “I wish our hearts would not function until we’ve met the right person and in sync with God’s perfect timing, I wish it would just be dormant and just resurect itself when its God’s time with the right person so we do away with all the messy stuff.”
Happy Weekend! God’s always good!