30 Jun

“Get out of bed or I’m going to drag you out.”

“It’s only been a week. Give me time to heal, will you?”

“Let me see … you dated the jerk for ten weeks. He cheated on you half the time. I say, one week of mourning is all he gets.”

“Haven’t you heard that ‘love alters not with brief hours and weeks; but bears it out even to the edge of doom‘?”

“Nope. I heard ‘all this time he was pretending — so much for your happy ending‘.”

“*Sigh* I can’t get his eyes, his lips, his face out of my head! I think Shakespeare said it well — ‘O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power dost hold Time’s fickle glass‘.”

“I think Parokya ni Edgar said it better — Ano ngayon kung pogi sya? Mukha naman syang kontra bida.’

“How can you say that? He loves me.”

“Sure he does. You and three other women — one of them pregnant with his baby.”

“You are soo nasty.”

“You are soo stupid.”




“Can we go out to get some decent coffee now?”

“Okay. Let me get dressed. What will we do after?”

“We can go to his office, pour brake fluid on his car’s hood and puncture all the tires?”

“Okay. I won’t wear my new strappy heels then.”

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