13

Ok. So I'm wearing a skirt and a nice top and the least thing I wanna happen just happened. I don't know who's to blame, I'm on my way to work and I was just walking *trust me I was, ok I was kinda walking-running* and two seconds later I was kissing the ground. Literally kissing the ground. How's that for SHAME and HUMILIATION. One second later I was able to be on my feet and started picking up the shattered pieces of my pride. STUPID was written all over my face. Ok, so much for interruption, I went ahead as if nothing happened. The pain of embarrassment was greater than the wound. Oh crap. I got an ugly wound on my left knee. I tried to tolerate the double pain and pretend that everything's ok until I felt something's coming out from the wound *not a carabao thank god* but blood. Oh great! I panicked and I mean really panicked. I can't stand the sight of blood,even my own blood. Anyway, I was able to get inside the office though I felt so devastated, thinking why the world hate me today. I immediately asked our guard if our nurse is in. Great! altleast it's not really bad after all. So I went to the clinic and asked for band-aids. I heard the word that made everything fall into pieces again. NO. N-O. Why in the name of an ugly wound didn't this clinic have a band-aid???!!!! But we have some cottons and alcohol. Ok, drink the alcohol and eat the cotton you monster!!!. I don't like those things touching my precious wound.

I stepped out from that creepy room just before the nurse pour the alcohol all over me. God why me? Why do I have to experience this??!!

Then I saw the calendar and got my eyes focused on that gigantic number.

It's July 13.

13. Crap.