Not now

"I'm not pretty" she says.

He kisses her instead. He wants to tell her how pretty she is but she'll never believe him. Especially now.

Something broken

Something broken finds its way back together again inside her when he said "It's an open invitation. No expiration date. I just miss you so much. You're everything I know I want."

They're made that way

He did promise me that. He said "Is that all you want?" I said "Yes." He said "I promise"

Does he still think about me? I'll settle for a glimpse, a rush, a flush even a feeling. I told him he'll think of me and try so hard to even remember what color my eyes were. I'll be just some girl and he'll speak of me in terms of sexual conquests and condom preferences.

Promises are made to be broken anyway.

Plan C

"What you missed is a wonderful opportunity that you will never again get from me or anyone else. You treat me like a fragile glass ikon and then almost immediately, brush me off like yesterday's table crumbs. For once in your miserable inexperienced life, you can be honest enough to admit that what you did was pathetic and amateurish. I'm through with you and I'm through being in your control."

She then stood up and left him standing there like an idiot who didn't know what had happened.

I like that woman. I should get tips from her.

What do you want?

Mister Linderman asked Nathan Petrelli if he wanted a life of happiness or a life of meaning. Nathan wanted both.

You can't have both.

To live a life of happiness you must live in the present - in the here and now. No obsessions and no thinking about either the past or the future.

A life of meaning requires you to think all the time, to contemplate on previous actions and transgressions. To regret and to plot. To know pain and sorrow.

What do you want?

Gago.

Sinong matalino ang nagpangalan sa araw na pinatay si Kristo na "Good Friday"? - JR

Telenovela.

The couple at the next table was officially breaking up. He leaned away from the table, tipped his chair on its back legs and balanced carefully. His eyes glanced over the girl that he no longer cared for that way, over her shoulder, past her body entirely and rested on the ass of the waitress behind her. "Are you even listening to me?" the soon to be ex-girlfriend asked him emphatically. "No," he said. "I don't really have to listen to you anymore." I love this coffee place.. its like watching TV.

And they come in...

Two of the regulars come in. JR and Fonzy.

Great. It's either bitching or hot air coming out from their mouths.

Like every other great idiot, I listen in.

Fonzy: Bakit ba tayo dito tatambay? Kung yosi at kape kape din lang, eh di sana sa Starbucks na lang tayo.

JR: Sawa na ako sa starbucks. Besides, I already have my planner.

Two more members of their group come in. LJ and Mr. Suave.

LJ: Well, I'm on my third planner na.

Mr. Suave: Bakit kasi mahilig kayo sa starbucks. Di niyo ba alam na ang Starbucks ay nagpapalago ng mga layunin ng mga kapitalistang Americano? Paano na lang ang mga Pilipinong magsasaka ng kape?

LJ: Naku Mr. Suave, ABS bitter herbs ka lang kasi di mo pa makuha kuha ang planner mo kasi di mo keri ang starbucks. Purita Magbanua ka kasi.

Mr. Suave: Eh sabihin ko kaya sa tatay mo na bakla ka, ha LJ?

Oi-vey.