It’s a shampoo-commercial cliche. You’re at a party. You bump into your ex. You see that he’s with his new girl and she has goddess “parang-never-nakasakay-ng-jeep” hair. You lock yourself up in the banyo, wipe your tears, and then whip out your sunsilk leave-on conditioner. Va-voom. Goddess hair too. (With the added bonus of knowing that you ride a jeep every single god-made day in the course of your work as a lawyer/powerpuff girl out to save the world before bedtime.)
That happened to me last night. Well, right up to the point where I was supposed to whip out my leave-on conditioner and walk out of the CR into the adoring gasps of my audience. More like, I was shedding hot panicky tears while my two friends were knocking sense into me. “Hoy, andami mo nang naging jowa pagkatapos nyan, hindi match ang ganyang drama.” “Hindi niya seryosong girlfriend yan — I feel it.”
“Waaaah, wala akong pakialam. Pwede ka na magsalamin sa buhok niya.”
In the clear light of day (sans alcohol and mood lighting), I guess it was just a moment that had to happen, and will happen to every girl at some point in their lives. Shocking lang, kasi first time nangyari sa akin. It doesnt really say anything about how you feel about a particular person or how much you have (or havent) managed to move on. I dont think anything that happened last night has questioned my belief that I have moved on.
Bad trip lang talaga. Kasi ang ganda ng buhok nya sobra. 😦
And for my friend who was sitting beside me last night, and with whom I had this exchange, maraming maraming salamat.
“Alam mo, pag pinagtabi kayo sa bar, ikaw ang pipiliin ko.”
“Mas matalino naman siguro ako, ano?”
“Kahit hindi pa tayo pumunta dun.”
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So here I am, on a Saturday morning, contemplating on doing something to my hair. Rebond? Highlights? Cellophane? Wag nalang. Hehe. Wala akong pera. Iinom nalang ako, surrounded by great and wonderful people, as I raise a toast to enduring friendships — of the variety that sticks by you when you decide to get crazy and psycho for a night.