“Hi Tin! Kamusta ka na? I’m having an art exhibit this Saturday. I was told by Jessica na malapit lang sa office mo yung venue. Sana makapunta ka." -Josh
“HOY! 11 years! 11 years matapos mo akong iwan… Matapos mo akong ipagpalit sa hindi ko naiintindihang dahilan? Galit ako! Sinubukan kong malungkot pero shit, all I’m thinking was falling in love with you could be the worst decision I’ve made in my life. Siya nga pala, sinunog ko na ang paintings (aka obra maestra) mo. Bakit pa ba kailangang tandaan lahat ng meaning ng kulay at brush strokes na ginamit mo? Lahat naman pala hindi totoo! Saka sobrang cliche yung red means love no! Teka, bakit ko ba sinasabi sa ‘yo ‘to? Bakit ka ba biglang nagparamdam? May nararamdaman ka pa ba? Ano, guilt? Remorse malamang! Excuse me lang but there are no more pieces to pick up for the two of us. You’re 11 years too late, Josh. Pero fine, pupunta ako.”
“Alright.See you on Saturday. Congratulations on your exhibit, by the way." -Christine
