In these shoes?... I don't think so.

I asked two close friends what exactly I was sad about and they said that it was the rejection....

Rejection is always a bitch specially if you when you opened up yourself to it.
I thought K would be different so I actually allowed myself to fall head over heels - not with him per se but with my imaginations of us.

And now that reality has struck my warm and cosy bubble, I found myself exposed, flat on my face with heels high up in the air.

So here I am, trying to pick up the pieces and dusting myself after my fall. I’ve done this before, so it should be a cinch. The lesson is to avoid wearing too high a heel.
The fall, although it will still hurt, will be much less unglam.

I’m putting my trainers on for now….

Haba Ng Long Hair

That was me last night...

I met up with K and his friends last night for drinks. K was busy with his friends and most of my friends were partying in Bangkok so I was a little orphan Andy playing with my lonesome self at the bar. K would check on me often and some of his friends would chat me up, obviously wanting to see K’s new manfriend up close. I was actually fine, not really wanting to party hard last night.

I also knew K and I would be going home separately because my flatmate was in town and his parents just got back from their US trip. So I was just happy to chit chat with K and his friends… most of the time. Whenever I’d get bored, I’d huff and puff, tuck my tummy in and take a scenic walk around the place - nod at a familiar face or two, say hello to some friends that were drinking, get pinched by guys I don’t know, get pulled into a huddle by strangers wanting to introduce themselves or their friends, get offered a new drink, basically… the usual routine. For some reason, my tresses had extra long extensions last night! All these random introductions happen while K was a few feet away. Then I’d notice he would instantly appear by my side, hand reaching for mine or slinking around my waist. He’d ask who I was just talking to or if I bought another drink and I’d just shrug my shoulders and smile coyly as a response. This happened several times last night. By the end, K joked that he was getting jealous. He probably thought I cannot be trusted to be by myself and almost never left my side then. I was not complaining. At around 3AM he said he wanted to leave…and spend the night over at my place.

Ay, nagselos yata talaga.

I swear, I had nothing to do with this. I wasn’t even wearing a baby T!

But it’s kinda funny that K only reacted this way when he saw the response I was getting from other boys… it’s also kinda sad….

So, for now, let him get jealous all he wants…. Magdusa muna siya.