“When you’re young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don’t leap at all because there’s not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there’s no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?”—sex and the city (via desiredespair)
On the first Monday of being OFFICIALLY unemployed, I found myself doing A LOT of things. Well, I started my morning right with a happy phoneversation with the boyfriend. I ate quick lunch, did the laundry, found myself rushing to Bo’s for the BIG reveal. The latest revelation is that one of my childhood best friends is getting hitched—- with a huge ass ring on her finger to prove it! We were all left agape, not only because the ring was, as her cousin would put it, “3 stories high, like a crown”, but because we were faced with the reality that our childhood is slowly slivering away. This is the first time that a best bud of mine is getting married and I spent a good amount of time in disbelief that people my age are starting to spend the rest of their lives…married to someone.
It feels just like yesterday when K and I were in kindergarten, hiding under office desks (our mums used to work in the same bank) and sharing hushed stories of adventures and mishaps; when we pooled together our Polly Pocket collections and had Saturday play dates at their house; when we spent years staying up late and making sure we slept late so that we’d be the ones pulling pranks on our kabarkadas who slept early when we were at the farm; when we shot stupid videos of ourselves reenacting commercials; when she asked me to tell her the my love story with my ex biggest crush while blowing up balloons for prom—-and telling me during that night’s sleepover that she liked him a lot too (haha); when she came home from Italy and told me she had a secret (after which she stuck out her tongue and a shiny tongue ring revealed itself before my very eyes— I was left speechless); when she and I would have ice cold beer dates at Candy’s, pouring our sorrows and celebrations in tall glasses; when we would talk for hours and hours about the boys we loved, liked, and fantasized about; when she told me that she found the one she would love forever while we were in Mr. Picanto last January…
We spent the entire afternoon giddily talking about her batchelorette party (Watch out for exoiting updates! haha) and challenging ourselves to get thinner before June.
Though we all have a bit of separation anxiety about letting go of our best friend, the stars in her eyes and the huge smile on her face really tells us that this is what makes her happy. This is it, she and B are really going to get married.
Must look for a dress SOON!
I’m really happy for you K. I love you to pieces. :)